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SOUTHOLD,  N.  Y. 

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TO  MY  WIFE. 

As  billows  heave  when  tempests  move  the  sea. 

So  throbbed  niy  heart  when  first  I  called  thee  mine ; 
Thy  presence  thrilled  me  with  a  hope  divine, 

And  made  the  heavens  a  bridal  canopy. 

The  years  have  flown.     That  hope  has  come  to  be 
Far  more  than  holy  faith  and  purest  bliss  — 
The  rapture  felt  when  trustful  lovers  kiss  — 

That  hope  has  grown  to  life's  reality. 

Thou  art  my  sun,  whose  beams  refulgently 
Illunie  my  day.     More  beautiful  than  stars, 
That  deck  the  sky  when  night  her  gate  unbars, 

Thine  eyes  direct  my  path.     There  dwell  in  thee 

The  virtues,  graces,  joys,  all  full  and  free. 

Than  earth  more  wide  and  deeper  than  the  sea. 


CONTEXTS. 


Dedication    .... 
Religion. 

Love  to  Love  Divine 

Devotion  .... 

The  Service  of  Love    . 

God's  Presence 

The  Living-  Water 

God's  Temple    . 

The  Safe  Dwelling-Place 

The  Fountain  of  Joy 

The  Glorious  Redemption 

The  Land  of  the  Holy    . 

Deliverance 

The  Freedom  of  Love     . 

The  Christmas  Song-    . 

The  Christian  Life 

The  Comforter     . 

Jesus  on  the  Cross  . 

The  Resurrection 

Easter  Carol    . 

Grateful  Anticipations 

Acknowledgment    . 

Praise  for  Salvation     . 

On  the  Way     . 

Grateful  Praise    . 

Xeed  and  Help 

Divine  Salvation 

God's  Bounties 

Not  Comfortless 

Evening  Rest 


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vi  CONTENTS. 

My  Leader 30 

Time's  Onward  Course 31 

Call  to  Repentance 33 

The  Changeless  Course 34 

To  the  Promised  Land  ....  35 

The  Christian  Race 36 

Praise  the  Lord    ...  ...  37 

Praise 38 

The  River  of  Love 39 

Oh,  Praise  the  Lord 40 

Prayer  for  Reapers      ......  41 

The  Reign  of  Christ 42 

The  Crown 43 

The  March  to  Victory 44 

The  World's  Jubilee 45 

The  Triumphant  Conqueror 46 

The  Divine  Kingdom 47 

Patriotism. 

The  Pilgrims'  Planting 51 

Decoration  Day 51 

Commemoration 55 

The  Nation's  Saviour 57 

Love  and  Friendship. 

Dedication 63 

Desire  . 64 

ToH.  M.  F 64 

To  H.  M.  F.  W 65 

After  Sweet  Sleep 66 

Sonnet 66 

The  Birthday 67 

Festival. 

Thanksgiving 71 

Harvest  Home 72 

Divine  Bounty 73 

Thanksgiving  Hymn 74 

Southold's  250th  Anniversary      ....  75 

Southold's  Founders 76 

Sea  Songs. 

The  Passenger  Ship 81 


COXTEXTS.  vii 

Through  Storm  and  Snow 82 

The  Treasure  Bearer 84 

The  Lighthouse 85 

The  Helpless  in  the  Sea 86 

The  Free  Salvation B7 

Aspiration   ........         88 

Love  Divine     ........     89 

Rescue 90 

The  Day  of  Death 91 

The  Peaceful  Depths  of  Ocean  ....         92 

Description. 

The  Course  of  Life 97 

Happy  at  Home 98 

Winter's  Retreat 99 

Spring 100 

Spring  and  Summer 101 

The  Woodland  Flowers 103 

Light  and  Shade 104 

The  Summer  Xight 105 

Autumn  .........  106 

The  Beauty's  Fate 107 

The  Old  Year 10S 

The  Drunkard's  Doom 109 

Translations. 

When  the  Infant  appears 113 

The  Angel  and  the  Infant 115 

Weep  Not 117 

The  Dream  of  the  Tramp 118 

Misfortune 120 

The  Erlking 121 

Lorelei 123 

The  Fisher 124 

Dost  Thou  love  me  ? 125 

A  Winter's  Tale 126 

The  Autumn  Flight 127 

Ballad 128 

Hope .129 

Rondel 130 

Peace 130 


viii  CONTENTS. 

Hope  for  the  Better 131 

Repentance 132 

Sleep  now,  my  Heart  .         .         .         .         .         .       133 

Child  Roland 134 

The  Fisherman  and  the  Little  Fish     .         .         .139 
The  Cobhler  and  the  Banker .         .         .         .         .141 

The  Rope  Dancer 145 

The  Oxen 146 


I. 

RELIGION. 


LOVE  TO  LOVE  DIVINE. 

O  God,  how  -wonderful  thy  grace  ; 

Thy  Love,  a  vast,  unf athomed  sea ! 
Thy  bounty  feeds  our  fallen  race, 

Whose  goodness  reacheth  not  to  Thee. 

Through  all  the  earth  Thy  glory  shines, 
Both  night  and  day  proclaim  Thy  praise; 

The  golden  corn,  the  teeming  vine, 
Declare  the  goodness  of  Thy  ways. 

Thy  mercy  saves  our  souls  from  death ; 

For  us  the  Friend  of  sinners  died  ; 
Let  praises  fill  our  latest  breath, 

To  God  in  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

To  Thee  we  give  ourselves  away, 

Our  hearts  and  all  our  powers  be  Thine ; 

Oh,  may  the  world  devoutly  pay 
Its  debt  of  love  to  Love  Divine. 

October  29,  1871. 


DEVOTION. 

To  Thee,  O  Christ,  my  Saviour, 
I  give  my  life,  my  all ; 

I  take  my  cross  and  bear  it, 
Obedient  to  Thy  call. 


DEVOTION. 

Thy  love  divine  constrains  me 
From  sin  to  turn  aside, 

With  all  my  heart  to  serve  Thee, 
Since  Thou  for  me  hast  died. 

It  is  my  only  purpose 
Thy  pathway  to  pursue, 

And  to  Thy  gracious  kingdom, 
Be  faithful,  firm,  and  true. 

It  is  my  high  endeavor 

To  do  Thy  holy  will, 
With  body,  soul,  and  spirit 

My  duty  to  fulfil. 

And  when  I  flag  or  falter, 
Or  from  the  right  depart, 

Let  Thy  right  hand  restore  me 
O  Master  of  my  heart. 

For  Thou  art  my  Redeemer, 
And  life  is  not  so  dear. 

For  when  the  earth  shall  vanish, 
With  Thee  shall  I  appear; 

And  in  Thy  glorious  kingdom. 

Thy  goodness  will  I  sing, 
And  with  Thy  saints  forever, 
Will  laud  and  praise  my  King. 
February  26,  1893. 


TEE  SERVICE   OF  LOVE. 


THE  SERVICE  OF  LOVE. 

By  love  serve  one  another 

The  word  divine  requires, 
And  thus  each  Christian  brother 

The  life  divine  inspires  : 
The  life  that  comes  from  union 

With  Jesus  in  His  love, 
The  life  of  sweet  communion 

With  blessed  saints  above. 

With  Christ  this  life  is  hidden 

In  God,  a  treasure  sure, 
Where  sin  is  all  forbidden, 

And  every  heart  is  pure ; 
The  life  of  faith  and  duty 

In  harmony  complete, 
Where  goodness,  truth,  and  beauty 

Make  all  serene  and  sweet. 

This  service  of  affection, 

Which  animates  the  soul, 
Is  proof  of  God's  election, 

It  makes  the  spirit  whole  ; 
It  crowns  our  toil  and  trial 

With  glory  of  the  blest, 
And  changes  self-denial 

To  everlasting  rest 
March  7,  1893. 


THE  LIVING    WATER. 


GOD'S   PRESENCE. 

My  God,  Thy  conscious  presence  here 
Is  joy  within  my  grateful  heart. 

Oh,  may  I  know  Thee  ever  near 
Until  I  know  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

Amid  the  watches  of  the  night 
I  lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast ; 

Then  darkness  turns  to  floods  of  light, 
That  show  me  visions  of  the  blest. 

The  peace  Thou  givest  makes  me  sing 
The  praise  of  Thine  eternal  love, 

And  wait  the  hour  when  death  shall  wing 
My  soul  to  perfect  joy  above. 

And  while  I  tread  the  toilsome  way 
Which  holy  feet  have  often  trod, 
My  richest  comforts,  day  by  day, 

Spring  from  the  presence  of  my  God. 
November  19,  1871. 


THE   LIVING   WATER. 

Ix  my  heart  forever  springeth, 
Living  water,  joy  divine, 

And  my  soul  forever  singeth, 
I  am  Christ's,  and  He  is  mine. 


GOD'S   TEMPLE. 

Though  my  days  be  transitory. 
Though  the  hopes  of  earth  decay, 

Christ  in  me,  the  hope  of  glory, 
Is  the  joy  of  endless  day. 

And  the  joy  of  His  indwelling  — 
Deep  and  deeper  how  it  grows 

Like  a  mighty  river  swelling  — 
Beareth  joy  from  whom  it  flows. 

Let  this  living  water  never 

Cease  to  flow  from  soul  to  soul, 

Spread  it  deeper,  broader,  ever, 
Like  a  sea  from  pole  to  pole. 
November  20,  1ST5. 

GOD'S   TEMPLE. 

The  temple  of  my  God, 

Like  heaps  of  rubbish  strewn, 

Lay  prostrate  on  the  cheerless  sod, 
With  brambles  overgrown. 

The  walls  and  lofty  dome, 
The  courts  and  arches  fair, 

Though  once  the  Holy  Spirit's  home, 
Had  now  become  a  lair. 

The  vilest  beasts  of  prey, 

That  roam  and  rage  at  night. 

Within  this  ruin,  through  the  day, 
Found  refuge  from  the  light. 


THE  SAFE  DWELLING-PLACE. 

This  ruin  was  my  soul, 

The  den  of  foulest  sin  ; 
But  grace  divine  restored  the  whole, 

And  made  it  pure  within. 

Built  on  tli*  eternal  rock, 

Forever  shall  it  stand, 
Nor  tremble  when  the  judgment-shock 

Shall  rend  the  solid  land. 

From  guilt  and  fear  set  free, 

By  sin  no  longer  trod, 
My  soul  shall  never  cease  to  be 

The  temple  of  my  God. 
December,  1871. 

THE   SAFE   DWELLING-PLACE. 

O  Dwellixg-place  of  all  Thy  saints, 
Thou  Home  of  faithful  souls, 

Apart  from  Thee  our  spirit  faints, 
The  tempest  o'er  us  rolls. 

The  doves  unto  their  covert  fly 

When  foes  appear  in  air, 
Beneath  Thy  shelter,  vast  and  high, 

For  refuge  we  repair. 

The  mountains  break  the  stormy  blast, 

And  stay  the  mighty  sea  ; 
Be  Thou  the  bulwark,  strong  and  fast, 

Of  those  who  trust  in  Thee. 


THE  FOUNTAIN  OF  JOT. 

Oh.  save  us.  Lord  !     The  floods  of  grief 

O'erwhelm  us  in  our  tears  ; 
Thou  only  canst  afford  relief, 

And  banish  all  our  fears. 
January  21,  1872. 


THE   FOUNTAIN   OF   JOY. 

O  God,  Thou  Source  of  highest  joy, 
Thou  Fount  of  life  and  peace, 

Thy  praise  shall  all  our  powers  employ, 
Though  time  and  nature  cease. 

Thou  Spring  of  all  celestial  grace, 

The  living  Stream  of  love, 
Soon  shall  we  see  Thee  face  to  face, 

And  worship  Thee  above. 

Soon  shall  we  end  our  toilsome  way. 

Our  weary  work  be  done  ; 
And  then  will  shine  the  heavenly  day, 

For  Christ  will  be  our  sun. 

Oh  !  make  us  meet  for  that  bright  land, 

Whence  sin  and  sorrow  flee  ; 
Where  free  from  trouble  we  shall  stand, 
For  there  is  no  more  sea. 
October  11,  1872. 


10  THE   GLORIOUS  REDEMPTION. 


THE   GLORIOUS   REDEMPTION. 

How  bright  thy  glories  shine, 
O  Heart  of  Love  Divine, 

Before  my  sight. 
The  grace  of  God  appears, 
Dispels  my  gloomy  fears, 
Dries  up  my  flowing  tears, 

And  gives  me  light. 

0  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee 
Let  me  forever  see 

My  sacrifice. 
From  out  Thy  heart  has  flown 
The  blood  that  doth  atone 
And  seal  me  for  thine  own 

In  paradise. 

Thither  would  I  ascend, 
With  seraph-worship  blend 

My  song  of  praise. 
But  while  I  linger  here, 

1  trust  thee  without  fear, 
For  Thou  art  ever  near, 

In  all  my  ways. 

Yet  I  shall  see  Thy  face, 
"Within  the  heavenly  place, 
And  hear  Thy  voice. 


THE  LAND   OF  THE  HOLY.  11 

Then  in  eternal  light, 
Where  all  is  pure  and  bright, 
And  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 
Shall  I  rejoice. 
November  12,  1872. 


THE   LAND   OF   THE   HOLY. 

In  the  beautiful  land  of  the  holy, 

In  the  region  of  peace  and  of  rest, 
Where  the  lofty  delight  in  the  lowly, 

And  supreme  is  the  joy  of  the  blest, 
Through  the  vision  of  faith  I  am  present 

By  the  river  of  life  where  it  flows, 
And  companions  and  scenes  are  so  pleasant, 

They  afford,  the  most  grateful  repose. 

In  that  realm  of  supernal  devotion, 

Where  each  heart  is  a  fountain  of  joy, 
There  is  love  deeper  far  than  the  ocean, 

And  the  worship  is  free  from  alloy ; 
For  they  dwell  with  the  Lord  in  His  glory, 

They  behold  the  bright  face  of  their  King, 
And  they  tell  to  each  other  the  story 

Of  the  grace  that  impels  them  to  sing. 

In  the  songs  of  salvation  their  voices, 
In  the  bliss  of  redemption,  their  souls 

Rise  in  rapture,  while  heaven  rejoices 
And  the  flood  of  their  harmony  rolls 


1  L>  DELIVERANCE. 

Far  abroad  among  thrones  and  dominions, 
Mid  the  worlds  which  His  glory  display, 

Where  the  angels  fly  swift  on  their  pinions 
The  commands  of  their  Lord  to  obey. 

August  8,  1873. 


DELIVERANCE. 

For  me  the  Saviour  came  to  earth 
And  shed  His  blood  upon  the  tree  ; 

To  me  the  Spirit  gave  new  birth, 
And  set  the  captive  free. 

The  chains  of  sin  enthralled  my  soul  — 
No  rest  nor  rescue  for  the  slave  ; 

My  dreadful  foe  had  full  control 
Till  Jesus  came,  and  came  to  save. 

Now  joy  and  gladness  fill  my  heart  — 
My  song  of  praise  shall  never  cease ; 

For  Christ,  my  Lord,  will  not  depart, 
Nor  fail  to  give  me  peace. 

His  Spirit  dwells  within  my  breast, 
And  manifests  Himself  in  love, 

The  earnest  of  eternal  rest, 

Within  my  Father's  house  above. 
February  11,  1893. 


TEE  FREEDOM  OF  LOVE.  13 


THE   FREEDOM   OF   LOVE. 

Though  I  withdraw  from  all  mankind, 

And  walls  of  solid  stone 
Exclude  from  me  each  human  face, 

Yet  I  am  not  alone. 

My  Jesus,  full  of  love  divine. 

Supports  me  on  His  breast, 
And  Him  I  clasp  with  rapture  high 

And  on  His  bosom  rest. 

No  narrow  cell,  nor  chilly  walls, 

Can  damp  my  ardent  soul, 
That  burns  with  love  unquenchable, 

More  free  than  planets  roll. 

And  He  returns  in  burning  flame, 

The  passion  of  His  heart ; 
The  rushing  stream  of  bliss  untold, 

I  feel  in  every  part. 

O  Jesus,  full  of  love  divine, 

Forever  dwell  with  me  ; 
Thy  presence  breaks  all  chains  and  bonds, 

And  sets  my  spirit  free. 
March  10,  1887. 


14  THE  CHRISTMAS  SONG. 


THE   CHRISTMAS   SONG. 

Among  the  hills  of  Bethlehem, 
"While  darkness  veiled  the  night, 

The  shepherds  watched  their  folded  flocks, 
And  waited  for  the  light. 

But  when  the  midnight  hour  had  come, 

The  sky  with  glory  blazed, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  near, 

The  shepherds  were  amazed. 

"  Fear  not,"  he  said,  and  cheeringly 

His  shining  wings  he  furled  ; 
"  Good  tidings  of  great  joy  to  men 

I  bring  to  all  the  world. 

"  This  day  is  born  in  Bethlehem, 
King  David's  native  place, 
The  Holy  Child,  the  Saviour  Christ, 
Iminanuel,  Prince  of  grace. 

u  Behold,  this  sign  I  give  to  you," 

The  kindly  angel  said, 
44  The  Babe  is  wrapped  in  swaddling  clothes, 

A  manger  for  His  bed." 

Then  suddenly  the  heavenly  host, 

All  rapturous  with  joy, 
Broke  forth  in  lofty  praise  to  God, 

This  song  their  lips  employ  : 


THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE.  15 

"  To  God  on  high  all  glory  be, 
And  on  the  earth  be  peace, 
Good  will  from  heaven  now  comes  to  men, 
And  never  more  shall  cease." 
December  29,  1884. 

THE   CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

O  God,  our  prayer  attend, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 

And  life  impart. 
The  mighty  work  begin, 
Destroy  the  power  of  sin, 
And  make  us  pure  within, 

Renew  the  heart. 

O  Spirit  of  all  grace, 
Through  all  the  Christian  race 

Conduct  us  well. 
Permit  us  not  to  stray 
From  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
But  keep  us  safe  each  day 

From  death  and  hell. 

O  Christ,  Redeemer,  Friend, 
In  glory  without  end 

Crown  us  with  Thee. 
And  when  the  work  is  done, 
The  joy  of  heaven  begun, 
To  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
The  praise  shall  be. 
November  22,  1885. 


16  THE   COMFORTER. 


THE   COMFORTER. 

O  Comforter  divine, 
Dwell  in  this  heart  of  mine, 

For  ever  more. 
Dispel  the  gloomy  night, 
Disclose  Thy  gracious  light, 
And  put  all  doubts  to  flight, 

For  ever  more. 

Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Do  not  Thy  help  defer, 

For  ever  more. 
Through  all  the  toilsome  way, 
Be  my  support  and  stay, 
Till  shines  the  heavenly  day, 

For  ever  more. 

O  Comforter  and  Guide, 
Let  me  not  turn  aside, 

For  ever  more. 
Then  will  I  praise  the  grace 
That  led  me  to  the  place 
Where  Christ  reveals  His  face, 

For  ever  more. 
October  23,  1885. 


JESUS   ON  THE   CROSS.  17 


JESUS   ON  THE  CROSS. 

Jesus  on  the  cross  I  see, 
Bleeding,  dying  there  for  me, 
While  revilers  pass  Him  by, 
Mocking  all  His  agony. 

Round  Him  wait  the  Roman  bonds, 
Drops  His  blood  from  pierced  hands ; 
Nature  shudders  at  the  sight, 
Turns  the  noonday  into  night. 

In  the  gloom  His  prayers  arise, 
To  His  Father,  God,  He  cries  — 
In  His  anguish  on  the  tree  — 
"  Why  hast  Thou  forsaken  Me  ?  " 

Oh,  the  pain  that  none  can  tell, 
Oh,  the  rage  and  power  of  hell ! 
When  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 
When  our  Lord  was  crucified. 

Oh,  repent,  my  siuful  soul, 
Jesus  bled  to  make  thee  whole ; 
Died  from  sin  to  set  thee  free, 
Died  to  open  heaven  for  thee. 
November  20,  1875. 


18  THE  RESURRECTION. 


THE  RESURRECTION. 

Oh,  depth  of  darkness  and  despair ! 
Though  tender  love  and  zeal  combine 
To  wrap  in  bands  of  linen  fine, 
With  ointment  rich  and  spices  rare, 
The  precious  form  whence  life  is  fled, 
The  gloom  of  night  enshrouds  the  dead. 

Yet  faithful  hearts,  at  dawn  of  day, 
In  sadness  take  their  painful  way, 
Within  the  garden  to  the  tomb. 
But  fairest  lilies  cannot  bloom 
While  hope  sheds  not  a  cheering  ray 
To  light  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay. 

Oh,  wonder  and  dismay  ! 

Oh,  who  has  borne  away 
The  body  of  the  Friend  divine? 
Lo !  robed  in  white  the  angels  shine 

And  to  the  mourners  say  : 

The  stone  is  rolled  away, 

And  death  yields  up  his  prey, 

The  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

Oh,  bear  the  joyful  story 

To  hearts  that  faint  with  dread  ; 

The  Lord  of  life  and  glory 
Is  risen  from  the  dead. 

Let  songs  of  alleluia  rise. 

And  joy  and  praise  fill  earth  and  skies. 


EASTER   CAROL.  19 

He  lives  !     The  King  immortal ! 

He  lives  for  ever  more  ! 
In  vain  was  closed  death's  portal, 

He  burst  the  rocky  door  ! 
For  you,  O  saints,  the  Lord  victorious 
O'er  death  and  hell  has  risen  glorious. 

The  lilies  spring  and  bloom, 

They  ring  their  bells  with  joy  ; 
They  yield  their  rich  perfume, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ. 
Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  mighty  foes  are  captive  led. 
April  22,  1886. 


EASTER   CAROL. 

As  the  rainbow  from  the  cloud 
When  the  tempest  flees  away, 

So  from  tear-drops  on  the  shroud, 
Springs  the  joy  of  Easter-day. 

Like  a  dark  and  gloomy  cave, 

Closed  by  rocks  from  mountain-side, 

Was  the  prison  of  the  grave, 

Where  they  barred  the  Crucified. 

From  on  high  an  angel  sped, 
And  the  stone  was  rolled  away, 

Christ  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Great  the  joy  of  Easter-day. 
January  22,  1891. 


20  GRATEFUL   ANTICIPATIONS. 


GRATEFUL  ANTICIPATIONS. 

How  pleasant  the  hours  of  the  day 
That  Jesus  arose  from  the  tomb, 

And  went  on  His  conquering  way, 

And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  gloom. 

How  grateful  to  taste  of  His  love 
Who  rose  to  the  home  of  the  blest, 

Who  calls  all  His  people  above, 
To  dwell  in  the  mansions  of  rest. 

How  charming  to  think  of  the  hour 
When  Jesus  to  earth  shall  return, 

And  show  forth  His  love  and  His  power, 
Which  mortals  are  backward  to  learn. 

How  sweetly  the  words  of  His  voice 

Will  sound  through  the  realms  of  the  soul, 

How  gladly  the  saints  of  His  choice 
Will  yield  to  His  righteous  control. 

Oh,  hasten  that  moment  of  bliss, 

When  Jesus  shall  come  in  His  might, 

Our  pain  and  our  grief  to  dismiss, 
To  fill  us  with  peace  and  delight. 

And  while  we  are  waiting  the  day, 
When  wailing  and  longing  shall  end, 

To  Thee  most  devoutly  we  pray, 
Come  quickly,  O  Heavenly  Friend. 

January  ~k   L878. 


ACKNOWLEDGMENT.  21 


ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 

By  faith.  O  Christ,  I  see 
Thyself  enthroned  with  majesty 
In  light  divine. 
Not  on  the  shameful  tree 
Art  Thou  in  pain  and  mockery  ; 
But  where  the  holy  worship  Thee, 
Thy  glories  shine. 

Thy  day  of  anguish  past, 
The  earth  is  not  with  gloom  o'ercast. 
No  rocks  are  riven. 
Now  peace  will  ever  last ; 
Salvation  free,  redemption  vast, 
Eternal  life  in  love  Thou  hast 
To  mortals  given. 

The  Comforter  is  here  ; 
Thy  promise  that  He  should  appear 
Is  now  fulfilled. 
His  light  is  full  and  clear ; 
His  presence  gives  support  and  cheer, 
His  gracious  aid  has  banished  fear, 
My  heart  is  stilled. 
April  5, 1886. 


22  PRAISE  FOR  SALVATION. 


PRAISE   FOR   SALVATION. 

Saviour,  boundless  is  Thy  mercy, 

For  the  sinful,  even  me  ; 
Thy  compassion  for  the  helpless, 

Wider,  deeper  than  the  sea. 

Rescue  for  the  soul  in  peril ; 

For  the  weary,  rest  and  peace  ; 
Ransom  for  the  pining  captive, 

Changing  bondage  to  release. 

I  was  lost :  my  Saviour  found  me 
While  I  wandered  from  the  road ; 

I  was  weary,  and  He  lifted 
From  my  soul  the  heavy  load. 

I  was  chained  :  He  broke  my  fetters  ; 

Great  His  goodness  unto  me  ; 
And  to  crown  His  benefactions, 

Gave  me  perfect  liberty. 

Lord,  my.  soul  in  adoration 
Lowly  to  Thy  feet  I  bring ; 

Thine  the  praise  of  my  salvation, 
Shall  my  heart  forever  sing. 
February  22,  1887. 


OX   THE    WAY.  23 


ON   THE   WAY. 


Leader  of  men,  my  thankful  heart  rejoices, 
Bounding  to  celebrate  Thy  love  divine, 

"While  on  the  way  are  heard  ten  thousand  voices 
Singing  for  joy  harmonious  with  mine. 

Leader  of  men,  guide  me  on  the  way, 

Up  to  the  mansions  where  shines  eternal  day. 

Bright  as  the  sun  Thy  glory  beams  around  me, 
Earth  has  no  joy  so  pure  as  that  above ; 

There  blest  immortals  tenderly  implore  me, 
Peace  and  delight  to  find  in  perfect  Love. 

Leader  of  men.  guide  me  on  the  way, 

Up  to  the  mansions  where  shines  eternal  day. 

Fairer  than  Eden  glows  the  scene  before  me, 
While  on  the  way  I  gladly  walk  with  Thee ; 

Grace  inexpressible  for  aye  upholds  me, 
Setting  my  soul  from  sin  and  bondage  free. 

Leader  of  men,  guide  me  on  the  way, 

Up  to  the  mansions  where  shines  eternal  day. 
February  15,  1887. 


24  GRATEFUL  PRAISE. 


GRATEFUL   PRAISE. 

O  Sox  of  God,  Thy  throne  is  high, 
Celestial  powers  before  Thee  fall ; 

Yet  lowly  men  would  feel  Thee  nigh, 
And  gladly  own  Thee  Lord  of  all. 

For  broken  hearts  are  Thy  delight, 

The  bruised  reed  Thou  wilt  not  break  ; 

All  contrite  souls  are  in  Thy  sight, 
The  needy  Thou  wilt  not  forsake. 

O  Son  of  God,  almighty  King, 

All  heaven  and  earth  Thy  sceptre  sways, 
And  men  and  angels  freely  bring 

To  Thee  their  songs  of  joy  and  praise. 

Oh,  hear  their  grateful  worship.  Lord, 
And  deign  to  show  Thy  smiling  face, 

While  tongues  and  harps  sound  every  chord 
To  praise  Thy  majesty  and  grace. 

Thy  peerless  empire  over  all 
Includes  the  penitent  who  sigh ; 

And  tears  of  grief  that  hidden  fall, 
Escape  not  Thy  discerning  eye. 

No  lofty  anthem  can  proclaim 

The  grandeur  of  th'  almighty  King  ; 

Yet,  gracious  Lord,  our  souls  inflame, 
While  we  Thy  grace  and  glory  sing. 

April  27,  1SS7. 


NEED   AND   HELP.  25 


NEED   AND   HELP. 


O  Jesus,  walk  with  me  to-day, 
The  sky  is  dark  and  rough  the  way ; 
The  burden  weighs  upon  my  heart, 

And  all  my  joys  depart. 
My  life  is  toilsome  and  severe, 
My  spirit  faints  with  grief  and  fear  ; 
Thy  help  alone  can  strength  supply, 
O  Jesus,  aid  me,  or  I  die. 

'T  was  thus  I  cried,  in  want  and  pain, 
And  prayed  in  tears  some  help  to  gain ; 
The  Saviour  heard  my  earnest  cry, 
And  helped  me  from  on  high. 
He  gave  me  strength,  and  hope,  and  joy, 
He  made  His  praise  my  lips  employ, 
Thanksgiving  in  my  bosom  glow, 
And  gratefulness  my  heart  o'erflow. 

For  He  my  spirit  cheered  and  blest, 
And  sweetly  soothed  my  heart  to  rest ; 
His  hand  divine  supports  my  head 

And  drives  away  my  dread. 
My  tongue  shall  praise  Him  day  and  night ; 
Serve  Him,  my  heart,  with  all  your  might ; 
For  Him,  my  feet,  run  swift  your  race, 
And  all  my  powers  show  forth  His  grace. 
February  12,  1893. 


26  DIVINE  SALVATION. 


DIVINE   SALVATION. 

Jesus,  hear  our  supplication, 
At  Thy  feet  we  sinners  lie ; 

Humbly  we  entreat  salvation, 
Hear  our  penitential  cry. 

We  our  sin  and  guilt  confessing, 
Own  our  condemnation  just ; 

But  we  crave  Thy  gracious  blessing, 
And  in  Thee  is  all  our  trust. 

Lord,  for  us  Thy  blood  is  pleading, 
Were  Thy  cross  and  death  in  vain  ? 

Great  High  Priest,  Thy  interceding 
Can  for  us  redemption  gain. 

All  our  chains  and  fetters  sever, 
Rescue  us  from  woe  untold  ; 

Fruitless  is  our  own  endeavor, 
If  Thy  grace  Thou  dost  withhold. 

Save  us,  Lord,  nor  let  us  perish, 

Though  our  sins  deserve  Thy  wrath  ; 

Thy  compassion  for  us  cherish, 
And  restore  us  to  Thy  path. 

Then  with  grateful  acclamation, 

Welcomed  to  Thy  blessed  face, 
For  Thy  rich  and  full  salvation, 
We  will  ever  praise  Thy  grace. 
February  28,  1893. 


GOD'S  £  OCX  TIES.  27 


GOD'S  BOUNTIES. 


All  gracious  Lord,  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  built  the  earth  and  spread  the  sky ; 

On  every  hand  Thy  gifts  are  strewn. 
For  all  a  full  supply. 

The  hungry  feed,  the  weary  rest, 
The  sightless  see,  the  dead  arise ; 

Thy  grace  makes  e'en  the  sinful  blest 
In  realms  beyond  the  starry  skies. 

What  gift,  O  God,  can  I  bestow. 
To  show  my  thankfulness  to  Thee, 

Since  all  my  treasures  here  below, 
Are  gifts  of  Thine  to  me  ? 

My  heart  I  offer,  O  my  Lord ; 

Canst  Thou  withhold  Thy  righteous  scorn  ? 

Can  love  divine  Thy  grace  accord 
To  one  so  sinful  and  forlorn  ? 

Be  glad,  my  soul,  thy  God  is  kind, 

His  love  is  deeper  than  the  sea, 
His  gracious  Spirit  can,  I  find, 

Have  mercy  upon  me. 
I  will  for  ever  sing  His  praise, 

My  all  to  Him  I  freely  give  ; 
He  saves  me  from  my  sinful  ways, 

And  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 
February  13,  1893. 


28  NOT  COMFORTLESS. 


NOT  COMFORTLESS. 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless, 

But  I  will  come  to  you ; 
And  all  your  trouble,  toil  and  care 

Shall  prove  my  promise  true. 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless, 
When  weary  and  oppressed ; 

When  pain  and  sickness  burden  you, 
My  hand  shall  give  you  rest. 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless, 
When  storms  of  life  increase  ; 

When  winds  arise  and  billows  roll, 
My  voice  shall  bid  them  cease. 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless, 
When  mighty  foes  assail ; 

When  direful  ills  beset  you  round, 
Mine  arm  shall  never  fail. 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless, 
When  earthly  streams  are  dry  ; 

My  grace  divine  for  all  your  wants 
Shall  be  a  full  supply. 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless, 
When  friends  and  kindred  fall ; 

In  sad  bereavement  you  shall  hear 
My  answer  when  you  call. 


EVENING  REST.  29 


I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless, 
Along  the  darkest  way  ; 

For  I  will  lead  you  to  the  light 
Of  everlasting  day. 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless, 
Mid  shades  of  death  to  roam  ; 

For  I  will  guide  you  to  the  joy 
Of  my  eternal  home. 
February  24,  1893. 


EVENING  REST. 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
O  Christ,  I  fear  no  ill ; 

Naught  can  my  peace  molest, 
My  comfort  is  Thy  will. 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

Within  my  heart  no  dread  ; 
The  poor  in  Thee  are  blest, 
Thou  hast 'the  hungry  fed. 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
Thy  love  is  rich  and  free, 

As  when  Thy  hand  caressed 
The  blind  and  made  them  see. 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
And  tremble  at  no  doom  ; 


30  MY  LEADER. 

I  know  Thy  way  is  best ; 

Thy  voice  can  rend  the  tomb. 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

Thy  word  has  calmed  the  sea, 
Thy  power  is  manifest, 

Thy  joy  Thou  givest  me. 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

Nor  life  nor  death  I  fear ; 

I  cannot  be  opprest, 

My  gracious  God  is  here. 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

From  doubt  and  peril  free  ; 

This  is  my  sole  request : 
Lord,  evermore  with  Thee. 
August  30,  1891. 


MY   LEADER. 

My  Leader  is  the  Son  of  God, 

His  path  I  gladly  see  ; 
The  way  of  life  His  feet  have  trod, 

Therein  He  leadeth  me. 

Through  regions  dark,  or  places  light, 

Serenely  on  I  go ; 
I  walk  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight, 

My  Leader  well  I  know. 


TIME'S   ONWARD   COURSE.  31 

E'en  though  He  leads  me  through  the  vale 

Where  mortal  shadows  fall, 
His  mighty  arm  will  never  fail, 

No  danger  can  appall. 

The  open  grave  cannot  alarm 
The  soul  that  knows  my  Guide, 

Not  death  himself  can  do  me  harm, 
For  Christ  is  at  my  side. 

The  sepulchre  is  glorified ; 

From  thence  my  Leader  rose  ; 
The  tomb  is  blest ;  Christ  crucified 

Has  triumphed  o'er  my  foes. 

Through  gates  of  pearl  He  leads  within 

The  city  paved  with  gold, 
And  there  for  ever,  free  from  sin, 

I  shall  His  face  behold. 
December  26,  1889. 


TIME'S   ONWARD  COURSE. 

Not  well  they  deem  who  vainly  think 
Our  years  have  fled  behind  ; 

For  Time,  that  flies  with  swiftest  wing, 
Speeds  forward  like  the  wind. 

The  passing  days  press  on  before, 
And  bear  their  record  true  ; 


32  TIME'S   ONWARD   COURSE. 

The  deeds  we  do,  the  words  we  say, 
They  ever  keep  in  view. 

The  deepest  feelings  of  the  heart, 

The  actings  of  the  soul, 
The  motives  and  the  purposes, 

Which  animate  the  whole  — 

All  these  take  wing  and  soar  with  Time, 

They  fly  from  day  to  day ; 
To  overtake  them,  soon  or  late, 

We  march  upon  our  way. 

We  travel  slower  than  their  flight, 
But  still  their  track  pursue  ; 

And  when  we  reach  our  proper  goal, 
Shall  overtake  them  too. 

All  thoughts  of  brain,  all  throbs  of  heart, 

What  multitudes  immense  ! 
All  acts  of  love  and  sympathy  • 

Shall  then  find  recompense. 

On  all  the  secrets  we  have  hid 
Throughout  the  life-long  flight, 

On  good  and  evil  then  alike 
Will  shine  resplendent  light. 

The  revelation  will  make  known 
What  deeds  we  sent  before  ; 

And  all  our  works  will  (hen  decide 
Our  fate  for  ever  more. 
August  31,  188 


CALL   TO  REPENTANCE.  33 


CALL  TO   REPENTANCE. 

Why  spend  in  vain  and  empty  show 
The  years  that  never  cease  to  flow  ? 
Why  waste  in  guilt  the  fleeting  breath, 
And  sink  the  soul  in  endless  death  ? 

Why  prize  the  pleasures  that  will  cloy, 
And  forfeit  heaven's  eternal  joy  ? 
Why  dream  that  sin  can  e'er  bestow 
The  cup  of  bliss,  and  not  of  woe  ? 

Who  knows  not,  beauty  fades  away 
Like  rosy  hues  of  closing  day  ? 
Who  deems  that  love  or  strength  avails 
To  ward  from  death  when  he  assails  ? 

Oh,  while  the  breath  of  life  remains, 
And  God  the  stroke  of  death  restrains, 
Repent  of  sin,  in  Christ  believe, 
And  pardon,  peace  and  joy  receive. 

Then  may  you  know,  and  gladly  own, 
The  grace  and  mercy  God  has  shown, 
And  raise  your  song,  with  saints  above, 
To  praise  and  bless  immortal  love. 
November  3,  1885. 


34  THE   CHANGELESS   COURSE. 


the  changeless  course. 

Companions  of  my  early  years, 

Five  decades  now  have  sped  their  flight 
Since  bounding  hearts  and  footsteps  light 

Dispelled  as  vapors  boding  fears. 

We  hailed  the  signal  for  the  race, 
Besought  no  favor,  used  no  guile, 
We  scorned  all  hindrances  as  vile, 

And  looked  all  perils  in  the  face. 

We  shunned  the  wrong,  pursued  the  right, 
Feared  no  imaginary  god, 
Ignored  all  coldness  of  the  sod, 

And  kept  the  happy  goal  in  sight. 

Our  journey  onward  cannot  fail, 

For  hope  is  bright  and  will  is  strong, 
And  be  the  passage  brief  or  long. 

The  sea  is  smooth  o'er  which  we  sail. 

We  count  no  steps  upon  our  way. 
To  slow  or  swift  we  give  no  heed, 
Who  takes  no  thought  shall  never  need, 

He  naught  desires  beyond  to-day. 

Whate'er  the  course  we  choose  to  run, 
Our  path  is  sure,  the  end  is  well, 
The  peerless  realm  all  signs  foretell, 

We  deem  its  crown  already  won. 


TO  THE  PROMISED  LAND.  35 

If  truth  and  falsehood  be  the  same, 
We  never  lose  what  once  we  've  got ; 
And  life  and  death  can  differ  not, 

Their  only  change  is  change  of  name. 

Life  is  but  pastime,  death  is  gain, 
Whatever  comes  must  likewise  go  ; 
The  tides  that  ebb  must  also  flow, 

And  waxing  moons  must  surely  wane. 

The  outward  form  will  change  its  robe, 
As  summer  hastens  after  spring, 
But  thought  pursues  on  tireless  wing 

The  changeless  course  throughout  the  globe. 
September  21,  1SS5. 


TO  THE   PROMISED   LAND. 

Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  sheep, 
Guide  us  by  Thy  gracious  hand, 

Through  the  desert  and  the  deep, 
Safely  to  the  Promised  Land. 

Onward  to  the  sea  we  go, 

Though  the  billows  dash  and  roar  ; 
Backward  now  its  waters  flow, 

Dry  the  land  from  shore  to  shore. 

Onward,  onward  lead  us  through, 
Though  the  wilderness  be  drear ; 


36  THE   CHRISTIAN  RACE. 

With  the  guiding  cloud  in  view, 
Let  us  never  yield  to  fear. 

Lead  us  to  the  home  of  peace, 
Where  in  joy  we  shall  abide ; 

Bid  our  toil  forever  cease, 

And  for  all  our  wants  provide. 

Safely  in  the  land  of  rest, 

From  our  foes  and  bondage  free, 
For  our  portion  with  the  blest, 
Glory  will  we  give  to  Thee. 
September  29,  1873. 


THE   CHRISTIAN   RACE. 

O  God  of  grace,  Thy  will  be  done, 
To  Thee  my  footsteps  tend  ; 

In  all  the  race  that  I  must  run, 
Thou  art  my  goal  and  end. 

In  Thee  alone  my  soul  is  blest, 
From  Thee  I  will  not  roam  ; 

Thou  art  my  joy,  my  perfect  rest, 
And  my  eternal  home. 

The  prospect  of  the  blissful  place 
Incites  my  longing  heart ; 

Flag  not,  my  spirit,  in  the  race, 
Nor  from  the  way  depart. 


PRAISE   THE  LORD.  37 

The  path  is  hard,  and  rough,  and  steep, 

And  much  of  it  untrod, 
But  courage,  heart,  nor  faint,  nor  weep, 

Thy  vigor  comes  from  God. 

He  calls  thee  from  His  throne  above, 

Thy  strength  will  He  supply, 
The  more  He  fills  thee  with  His  love, 

The  swifter  shalt  thou  fly. 
August  4,  1886. 


PRAISE  THE   LORD. 

Praise  the  Lord.  His  works  divine 
In  creation  brightly  shine ; 
Lo !    He  spake  and  there  was  light, 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  of  night. 

Praise  the  Lord,  at  His  command, 
Life  sprang  forth  in  sea  and  land  ; 
Sinless  man  the  garden  trod, 
In  the  likeness  of  his  God. 

Praise  the  Lord,  adore  His  name, 
All  His  wondrous  love  proclaim  ; 
Sing  His  mercy  and  His  grace, 
Ransom  for  our  fallen  race. 

Praise  the  Lord,  His  Son  He  gave, 
Sinful  men  from  death  to  save  ; 


38  PRAISE. 

For  our  guilt  the  Saviour  died, 
On  the  cross  was  crucified. 

Praise  the  Lord,  His  deeds  of  might, 
Beam  with  glory  on  our  sight ; 
He  from  death  has  raised  His  Son, 
Triumph  o'er  the  grave  has  won. 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  Christ  is  King, 
Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing  ; 
Angels  worship  and  adore, 
Praise  Him,  saints,  for  ever  more. 
May  3, 1886. 


PRAISE. 

The  earth  and  sky,  the  air  and  sea, 
Uplift,  O  God,  their  songs  to  Thee. 
The  angel  bands  with  sweet  accord 
Unite  with  men  to  praise  the  Lord. 

All  celebrate  Thy  power  divine 
Revealed  where  stars  in  glory  shine ; 
All  own  the  goodness  of  Thy  sway, 
"Where  mighty  thrones  Thy  word  obey. 

Thy  people  here  show  forth  Thy  grace, 
Their  daily  walks  Thy  mercy  trace; 
And  boundless  love  for  souls  undone, 
An  ocean  Hows  through  Christ  Thy  Son. 


TEE  RIVER    OF  LOVE.  39 

Our  grateful  tongues,  O  God,  proclaim 
The  glory  of  Thy  holy  name  ; 
Let  earth  below  and  heaven  above, 
For  ever  sing  redeeming  love. 
April  25,  1S8T. 


THE   RIYER   OF   LOVE. 

TV  hat  is  the  river  that  flows  on  its  way  ? 
*T  is  the  river  supernal,  the  river  of  love, 

Clearer  than  crystal,  and  brighter  than  day, 
For  it  springs  from  the  depth  of  the  Fountain  above. 

"What  will  you  add  to  this  river  so  free 
From  the  depth  of  your  heart  whence  the  fountains 
o'erfiow  ? 

Pleasure  or  strife  or  deceit  shall  it  be, 
To  convert  the  sweet  stream  to  a  river  of  woe  ? 

Here  is  the  poison  of  passion  and  lust, 
Is  it  these  that  you  cherish  as  objects  supreme  ? 

Avarice  hankers  for  treasures  that  rust  — 
Will  you  pour  these  base  elements  into  the  stream  ? 

Strong  from  the  heart  of  the  lover  of  power, 
Shall  the  ruinous  tide  of  ambition  rush  in, 

Fearful  and  dismal  as  thunder-clouds  lower, 
To  befoul  the  pure  river  with  torrents  of  sin  ? 

Nay  !     Let  its  channel  be  filled  and  o'erfiow 
With  the  tender  affection  that  springs  from  the 
heart 


40  OH,  PRAISE   THE  LORD. 

Where  the  unselfish  most  thankfully  know, 
That  the  joys  of  the  generous  never  depart. 

Deeply  and  wide  let  the  river  increase, 
With  the  streams  of  benevolence  joining  its  course, 

Kindness    and    friendship    and    fondness     for 
peace, 
In  their  swiftness  and  fullness  displaying  their  force. 

These  and  their  kin  are  the  affluents  fair, 
That  become  the  pure  stream  from  the  Fountain 
divine ; 

Unintermitting  with  praises  and  prayer, 
Let  us  pour  them  in  floods  and  their  forces  combine. 

Thus  may  the  river  advance  on  its  way, 
And  unceasingly  mirror  the  glorious  skies, 

While  on  its  banks  in  their  goodly  array, 
The  fair  dwellings  of  men  and  rich  cities  arise. 

February  22,  1885. 


OH,  PRAISE   THE   LORD. 

Oh,  praise  the  Lord  with  heart  and  voice, 

Praise  Him  evermore  ; 
His  goodness  makes  our  souls  rejoice, 

Praise  Him  evermore. 
Oh,  praise  the  Lord  through  everlasting  days, 

Make  known  His  ways, 

Praise  Him  evermore. 


PRATER  FOR  REAPERS.  41 

Oh,  praise  the  Lord  throughout  the  world, 

Praise  Him  evermore ; 
For  us  His  banner  is  unfurled, 

Praise  Him  evermore. 
Oh,  praise  the  Lord  through  everlasting  days, 

Make  known  His  ways, 

Praise  Him  evermore. 

Oh,  praise  the  Lord  for  victory, 

Praise  Him  evermore ; 
He  sets  the  slaves  of  Satan  free, 

Praise  Him  evermore. 
Oh,  praise  the  Lord  through  everlasting  days, 

Make  known  His  ways, 

Praise  Him  evermore. 

Oh,  praise  the  Lord  in  heaven  above, 

Praise  Him  evermore ; 
His  love  for  us  is  perfect  love, 

Praise  Him  evermore. 
Oh,  praise  the  Lord  through  everlasting  days, 

Make  known  His  ways, 

Praise  Him  evermore. 
March  17,  1873. 


PRAYER   FOR  REAPERS. 

Behold,  the  fields  are  white, 
And  for  the  reapers  wait ; 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  send  them  forth, 
The  harvest  is  so  great. 


42  THE  REIGN  OF  CHRIST. 

These  harvest  fields  are  men ! 

They  crowd  the  city  street, 
They  seek  the  prairie's  utmost  verge, 

Where  sky  and  prairie  meet. 

They  stream  o'er  all  the  sea, 

They  spread  o'er  all  the  earth, 

They  delve  in  mines  of  gold  and  gems, 
That  measure  not  their  worth. 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear  ; 

For  reapers  now  we  pray ; 
The  harvest-fields  are  perishing ; 

Send  reapers  forth  to-day. 
February  8,  1887. 

THE   REIGN   OF   CHRIST. 

Let  heralds  of  salvation, 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim 

To  every  tribe  and  nation 

The  Saviour's  precious  name. 

Then  shall  the  times  of  anguish 
And  sorrow  pass  away ; 

Then  Zion  shall  not  languish, 
But  shine  in  perfect  day. 

Then  shall  the  happy  voices 

Of  all  on  earth  arise, 
And  while  the  world  rejoices, 

Their  anthems  reach  the  skies. 


THE    CROTTX.  43 

Then  human  degradation, 

And  crime  and  war  shall  cease ; 
For  every  land  and  nation 

Shall  serve  the  Prince  of  Peace. 
January,  1873. 


THE   CROWN. 

I  hear  from  the  height  of  the  heavenly  place. 
The  promise  of  God,  't  is  the  word  of  His  grace, 
That  he  who  shall  conquer,  a  crown  shall  receive, 
His  promise  I  hail,  and  His  word  I  believe. 
For  the  crown  I  will  battle, 

And  the  crown  I  will  win ; 
I  will  conquer  and  triumph 
Over  Satan  and  sin. 

The  strife  must  be  fierce ;  for  the  legions  of  hell 
Combine  with  this  world  my  assault  to  repel, 
And  the  foes  in  my  heart  are  a  traitorous  crew, 
But  dauntless  in  Christ  I  will  press  my  way  through. 
For  the  crown  I  will  battle, 

And  the  crown  I  will  win ; 
I  will  conquer  and  triumph 
Over  Satan  and  sin. 

For  th'  might  in  tins  contest  is  not  my  weak  arm, 
'T  is  the  strength  of  Jehovah  that  shields  me  from 

harm. 
The  Captain  almighty  will  open  my  way. 
And  Victory  perch  on  my  banner  to-day. 


44  THE  MARCH  TO    VICTORY. 

For  the  crown  I  will  battle, 
And  the  crown  I  will  win ; 

I  will  conquer  and  triumph 
Over  Satan  and  sin. 

And  when  in  the  realm  of  the  holy  above, 

Where  bliss  is  eternal,  and  infinite  Love 

Gives  welcome  to  conquerors  crowned  with  their 

King, 
There  gladly  I  '11  worship,  and  gratefully  sing. 
For  the  crown  I  will  battle, 

And  the  crown  I  will  win ; 
I  will  conquer  and  triumph 
Over  Satan  and  sin. 
March  27,  1886. 


THE   MARCH   TO   VICTORY. 

Ontvakd  we  march  to  victory, 

Soon  we  shall  win  the  field ; 
God  will  subdue  our  enemies. 

He  is  our  strength  and  shield. 
Vainly  they  trust  in  human  power, 

Vainly  they  rage  and  shout, 
Loud  as  the  sea  their  tumults  roar  — 

He  will  their  forces  rout. 

Never  shall  trail  our  banner  dear. 
Never  the  Cross  decline  ; 

Jesus,  our  Captain,  loads  the  van, 
Bearing  the  crimsoned  sign. 


THE    WORLD'S  JUBILEE.  45 

Nor  shall  our  hearts  be  faint  this  day, 

Onward  our  standards  go  ; 
Fierce  is  the  fight  which  we  must  wage, 

Death  to  our  haughty  foe. 

On  to  the  stormy  battle-shock, 

Onward  in  firm  array, 
Daring  to  face  the  fire  and  hail, 

Eager  we  press  our  way. 
"What  though  the  conflict  thunder  loud, 

What  though  the  strife  be  long, 
Jesus,  who  conquered  death  and  hell, 

Maketh  His  warriors  strong. 
March,  1879. 


THE   WORLDS   JUBILEE. 

O  Jesus,  now  Thy  reign  extend, 
Let  all  the  world  before  Thee  fall. 

Almighty  God.  Thy  Spirit  send, 
Baptize  with  fire  the  hearts  of  all. 

Why  stays  the  hour  when  truth  shall  run 
And  win  her  triumphs  far  and  wide, 

When  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  love  and  serve  the  Crucified  ? 

While  ages  roll,  the  heathen  rage  ; 

Thy  people  pray  :  Thy  kingdom  eome 
Oh,  hasten,  Lord,  the  golden  age, 

The  Satan-bound  millennium. 


46  THE   TRIUMPHANT   CONQUEROR. 

Then  shall  the  praise  of  men  arise, 
Like  mighty  voices  of  the  sea  ; 

The  songs  of  joy  ascend  the  skies, 
And  all  the  world  hold  Jubilee. 
December  3,  1871. 


THE  TRIUMPHANT  CONQUEROR. 

Triumphant  Jesus,  Thou  hast  trod 
The  path  to  glory  from  the  grave. 

To  helpless  men,  O  Son  of  God. 

Now  show  Thy  wondrous  power  to  save. 

Behold  the  ruin  of  the  world ! 

The  hosts  of  hell  in  full  array 
March  on  with  banners  all  unfurled, 

To  crush  mankind  beneath  their  sway. 

Display  Thy  banner  in  the  sky. 

Strike  terror  to  the  direful  host ; 
Sound  through  the  eartli  Thy  battle  cry : 

The  Word  of  God,  the  Holy  Ghost. 

Lift  up  Thine  arm.     Thus  end  the  strife, 
And  all  the  foes  of  man  destroy ; 

The  dead  in  sin  restore  to  life, 

Fill  heaven  and  earth  with  boundless  joy. 
August  27,  1872. 


THE  DIYIXE  KIXGDOM.  47 


THE   DIYIXE   KINGDOM. 

Reveal  Thy  power,  Eternal  Word  ! 

Display  Thy  grace  through  earth  and  sea ; 
Wherever  men  Thy  truth  have  heard, 

Lead  captive  Thy  captivity. 

All  power  is  Thine  in  worlds  above ; 

The  angels  fly  at  Thy  command ; 
On  wings  of  fire,  with  hearts  of  love. 

To  do  Thy  will  they  move  or  stand. 

How  long,  O  Lord,  on  earth  below. 

Shall  floods  of  sin  its  millions  sweep 
Into  the  gulf  of  endless  woe, 

While  angels  veil  their  face  and  weep  ? 

Oh,  hasten,  Lord,  the  final  day 

When  all  mankind  Thy  name  shall  own 
Thy  kingdom  prosper  'neath  Thy  sway, 

All  nations  worship  God  alone. 
October  12,  1872. 


II. 

PATRIOTISM. 


THE  PILGRIMS'   PLANTING. 

Oyer  the  sea  to  unknown  shores, 

Exiles  of  faith,  the  pilgrims  came  ; 
Freedom  they  sought,  not  golden  ores, 

God's  book  their  law,  their  trust  His  name. 
Sighing  they  left  their  fatherland, 

Tracing  the  flight  of  Liberty ; 
Here  on  this  spot  that  faithful  band 

Planted  the  cross  and  freedom's  tree. 

Here  shall  that  cross  forever  stand, 

Symbol  of  life  to  dying  souls, 
Firm  as  a  rock  mid  shifting  sand 

Where  in  his  wrath  the  Ocean  rolls. 
Vital  and  fair  abides  that  tree, 

Throwing  its  arms  to  every  wind ; 
Under  its  shade  for  aye  shall  be 

Rest  and  delight  for  all  mankind. 
August  28,  1S67. 


DECORATION   DAY. 

How  well  they  sleep  —  our  noble  dead  ! 

Heroic  men,  our  country's  boast ! 
They  sweetly  sleep,  each  in  his  bed  ; 

They  face  no  more  the  rebel  host ! 


52  DECORATION  DAY. 

The  summers  come,  the  summers  go  ; 

The  flowers  bloom,  and  fade,  and  die ; 
The  stormy  winters  rise  and  blow ; 

But  calm,  unmoved,  our  soldiers  lie. 

The  days  their  swift  procession  keep, 
The  starry  nights  as  swiftly  pass, 

But  undisturbed  our  brothers  sleep 

"Where  roses  bloom  and  springs  the  grass. 

We  deck  their  graves  with  fragrant  leaves, 

The  lilies  mark  their  purity ; 
And  where  each  mound  so  gently  heaves, 

We  plant  the  flag  of  liberty ! 

That  flag  they  bore  through  leaden  hail ! 

They  quailed  not  when  the  strife  was  stern ; 
The  havoc  that  made  thousands  wail, 

They  dared  with  valiant  hearts  to  spurn. 

When  freedom,  country,  law  and  right, 
Demanded  courage,  toil  and  death, 

They  girt  themselves  with  truth  and  might, 
To  battle  till  their  latest  breath. 

They  saw  just  before  them  the  conflict,  the  strife  ; 
'T  was  hard  to  forsake  the  beloved,  the  wife ; 
With  parents  in  anguish  and  sisters  in  tears, 
While  hope  at  the  best  had  to  struggle  with  fears. 

The  present  was  dark  and  the  future  unknown, 
With  death  and   destruction   their  way  must   be 
strewn ; 


DECORATION  DAT.  53 

But  nobly  they  rallied  with  no  one  to  lag, 
Come  life  or  come  death,  they  would  stand  by  the 
flag: 

For  duty  and  danger  their  bosoms  aspire  ; 
For  right  and  for  freedom  their  souls  are  on  fire  ; 
The  call  is  their  country's,  they  bravely  respond, 
From  Orient's  meadows  to  Mattituck's  pond. 

They  left  the  dear  old  Town, 

To  put  rebellion  down  ; 

They  met  the  haughty  foe, 

And  laid  his  armies  low  ; 

They  swept  the  bloody  field. 

And  made  their  foemen  yield. 

Yea.  more  !     Like  mighty  waves 

When  stormy  ocean  raves, 

They  broke  the  horrid  bands, 

That  fettered  shackled  hands  ; 

They  bade  the  slave  go  free 

And  sing  of  liberty. 

They  closed  the  deadly  strife, 

And  saved  the  nation's  life. 
Let  praises  fill  both  earth  and  sky, 
And  glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 


Hail  to  the  heroes  who  conquered  or  fell, 

Hail  to  the  men  who  ne'er  tarnished  the  blue, 

Hail,  while  our  voices  their  victories  tell, 

Hail,  while  with  garlands  we  crown  them  anew. 


54  DECORATION  DAY. 

Hail  to  the  men  who  in  triumph  return, 

Welcome  and  honor  we  give  them  with  joy ; 

Ever  with  rapture  our  bosoms  shall  burn, 

While  with  their  praises  our  tongues  we  employ. 


But  not  with  streaming  flag  and  rattling  drum 
Do  all  our  brave  ones  in  the  ranks  appear, 

For  some  are  absent  who  will  never  come, 
Although  forever  to  our  hearts  most  dear. 

And  some  we  sadly  welcomed  when  they  fell ; 

Their  precious  forms  we  deemed  our  sacred  trust ; 
The  starry  banner  draped  their  coffins  well, 

And  hallowed  graves  received  their  cherished 
dust. 

And  some  who  came  to  homes  and  kindred  dear, 
And  swelled  the  song  of   gladness  when   they 
came, 

Are  not  among  the  living  gathered  here,  — 

They  sleep  with  those  who  won  a  deathless  fame. 

The  late  and  early  fallen,  in  our  hearts, 
Alike  in  honor  and  in  love  we  hold  ; 

In  war,  in  peace,  they  acted  well  their  parts, 
Gentle  in  peaceful  scenes,  in  battle  sternly  bold. 

Oft  as  returns  the  all-encircling  year. 

We  deck  their  graves  with  spring-time's  fairest 
flowers, 


C OM MEM  OR  A  TION.  55 

And  with  affection  drop  the  tender  tear, 

And  weep  their  absence  from  our  brightest  hours. 

Not  for  themselves  they  filled  their  early  graves, 
For  us,  their  country,  and  mankind  they  died  ; 

And  while  the  nation  lives,  its  banner  waves, 

Their  names  shall  brightly  shine,  their  deeds  be 

glorified ! 
May  30,  1885. 

COMMEMORATION. 

Blow,  bugle,  blow ;  beat,  rolling  drum,  no  more. 
The  days  of  peace  have  come.     The  war  is  o'er. 

But  not  all  tears  are  shed. 

We  weep  the  early  dead  ; 
And  with  our  tears,  like  summer  showers, 
Bedew  the  graves  we  deck  with  flowers. 

Weep,  tender  eyes ;  mourn,  hearts  that  love  our 

land  ; 
With  gratefulness  recall  the  noble  band 

Who  gave  their  lives  for  you. 

Oh,  who  can  pay  their  due  ? 
Not  words  and  songs,  but  deeds  and  death 
They  lavished  with  their  latest  breath. 

Their  worth  who  can  make  known  ?    They  gave  new 

birth 
To  freedom's  land,  the  choicest  of  the  earth, 

The  home  of  Liberty 

And  Law  from  sea  to  sea. 


56  COMMEMORATION. 

These  men  that  sleep  in  peaceful  graves, 
Struck  fetters  from  four  million  slaves. 

Then  honor  to  the  men  who  nobly  died, 
And  honor  to  the  men  who  by  their  side 
Survived  the  cannon's  hail, 
With  hearts  that  did  not  quail 
When  all  our  country's  fate  was  cast 
For  life  or  death  in  war's  fierce  blast. 

So  pile  on  high  the  monuments  to  tell 
From  age  to  age  how  bravely  and  how  well 
They  struggled  in  the  strife, 
And  saved  the  nation's  life 
When  foul  rebellion  fired  the  gun 
That  shook  the  earth  and  veiled  the  sun. 

O  men  of  courage,  men  whose  hearts  were  right, 
Who  bore  the  flag  triumphant  in  the  fight, 

Our  hearts  beat  quick  and  swell 

With  gratitude  to  tell, 
In  speech  and  song,  your  noble  deeds, 
But  speech  and  song  your  worth  exceeds. 

But  when  at  last  you  fall ;  for  so  all  must ; 

Your  honored  graves  shall  be  our  holy  trust. 
The  fairest  flowers  that  bloom 
Shall  deck  each  hallowed  tomb, 

And  make  commemoration  tide 

For  ever  more  our  country's  pride. 
May  19,  1892. 


THE  NATION'S  SAVIOUR.  57 


THE   NATIONS   SAVIOUR. 

The  Herald  of  salvation 

Said  to  Manoah's  wife. 
That  one  to  save  the  nation 

From  her  should  draw  Iris  life ; 
That  neither  son  nor  mother 

Should  taste  the  ruby  wine ; 
His  strength  should  be  far  other 

Than  cometh  from  the  vine. 

A  Nazarite  for  ever  — 

For  so  the  Angel  said  — 
No  razor  e?er  should  sever 

The  locks  that  crown  his  head  ; 
His  strength  from  God  the  giver 

Should  overcome  his  foes, 
And  thus  should  he  deliver 

The  nation  from  its  woes. 

This  strange  and  joyful  story 

She  told  unto  her  spouse. 
Then  to  the  God  of  glory 

He  paid  his  solemn  vows. 
He  asked  for  needful  teaching 

To  train  the  promised  son ; 
This  favor,  thus  beseeching, 

Manoah  quickly  won. 

The  Herald  of  salvation. 
The  Man  of  God,  besought, 


58  THE  NATION'S  SAVIOUR. 

Soon  made  the  revelation, 
And  wondrously  he  wrought. 

He  gave  the  same  direction  — 
To  shun  the  ruby  wine  — 

And  filled  them  with  reflection, 
His  nature  to  divine. 

Their  offered  kid  declining, 

He  bade  them  raise  on  high 
An  altar  fire,  whose  shining 

Would  please  Jehovah's  eye. 
Manoah  did  not  falter 

To  mind  the  "  Secret  Name," 
That  from  the  rocky  altar 

"  Ascended  in  the  flame." 

At  length  the  nation's  saviour, 

Within  the  camp  of  Dan, 
Displayed  the  strange  behaviour 

That  showed  the  coming  man. 
The  insolent  oppressors, 

Whose  crimes  were  ever  new, 
And  thousands  of  transgressors 

In  life  and  death  he  slew. 

Alas !     His  sad  alliance 

With  treason's  wicked  wiles  ! 

Alas  !     His  sad  compliance 

With  treason's  tears  and  smiles ! 


THE  NATION'S  SAVIOUR.  59 

The  woes  of  his  enslavement 

Should  teach  all  men  to  fly 
The  source  of  his  depravement, 

That  made  him  fail  and  die. 
January,  1863. 


III. 

LOVE  AND  FKIENDSHIP. 


DEDICATION. 

To  friendship  and  affection 

We  dedicate  these  pages, 
For  friendship  and  affection 

Shall  live  throughout  the  ages. 
"While  flowers  bloom  and  forests  wave 

Beneath  the  summer  sun, 
And  ocean-shore  the  billows  lave, 

Then  vanish  one  by  one  — 
While  hope  and  pleasure  bud  and  spring 

Within  the  human  heart, 
And  death,  who  flies  on  rapid  wing, 

Hurls  fatally  his  dart. 
Let  friendship  and  affection 

Shine  bright  upon  these  pages, 
For  friendship  and  affection 

Shall  live  throughout  the  ages. 
June,  1858. 


64  TO  E.  M.  F. 


DESIRE. 

Hither,  ye  western  winds,  your  message  bear, 
And  fill  my  waiting  ear.     Come,  while  I  stand 
Night  spreads  her  starry  mantle  o'er  the  land, 

Nor  deigns  to  bless  mine  eye  with  vision  rare 

And  rapturous  of  one  supremely  fair, 

High-souled  and  wise,  replete  with   grace    and 

truth, 
More  beautiful  than  Dian  in  her  youth, 

And  holy  as  the  saints  who  breathe  the  air 

Resounding  with  the  songs  of  praise  and  prayer. 
I  wait  to  hear  her  name  —  to  me  as  far 
Above  all  names  beneath  the  sun  as  are 

Fair  palaces  above  a  savage  lair. 

Oh,  tell  me  she  is  blest,  then  all  my  care, 

Repelled,  shall  yield  to  peace  and  joy  ;  delight 
Come  to  my  heart,  and  make  all  heaven  bright. 

Eternal  hope  shall  bar  all  fell  despair. 
December  3,  1851. 

TO   H.   M.   F. 

The  wintry  blast  that  sweeps  across  the  plain, 
Howls  like  the  roar  of  Ocean  on  the  strand, 
And  sable  Night  now  brooding  o'er  the  land, 

Shakes  from  her  wings  the  blinding  snow  amain. 

Darkness  is  on  the  deep.     No  gentle  rein 

Can  hold  the  raging  waves  that  leap  and  dash 
Like  foaming  steeds  beneath  Bellona's  lash. 

Fearful  the  seaman  braves  the  hurricane. 


TO   H.  M.  F.  W.  65 

The  stars  are  quenched,  nor  can  the  moon  retain 
Her  silver  throne.  The  weary  traveler  gropes 
His  darksome  way ;  but  resolutely  copes 

With  storm  and  night  and  tempest,  to  regain 

His  dear  abode.     For  him  your  prayer  deign. 

Then  will  he  onward  go,  nor  toil  in  vain. 
December  22,  1S51. 


TO   H.   M.   F.   W. 

Thou  lovely  bride,  joy  of  my  early  years, 

With  shapely  form,  and  winsome  grace  bedight, 
Thy  beauty  rare  was  precious  in  my  sight, 

Thy  love  for  me  was  rapture  barring  fears. 

And  all  my  heart  overflowed  with  pure  delight, 
Thy  presence  glorifying  darkest  night. 

On  thee  most  gently  Time  has  laid  his  hand, 
Nor  soiled  the  fairness  of  thy  angel  face, 
But  rather  lent  the  master-touch  of  grace, 

And  bound  together  with  a  well-knit  strand 

All  virtues  of  the  soul,  a  peerless  band. 

Thus  hope  has  grown  to  faith  and  worship  due  ; 
And  life  has  proved  thee  more  than  good  and 
true; 

Thou  art  a  boon  immeasurably  grand. 
March  20,  1889. 


66  SONNET. 

AFTER  SWEET   SLEEP. 

Fair  Summer  has  folded  her  eyelids, 

To  rest  on  her  couch  in  the  sky ; 
But  surely  to  come  forth  in  sunlight 

When  winter  and  storms  are  gone  by, 
After  sweet  sleep. 

Her  vesture  of  beauty  is  faded, 

The  rose  and  the  lily  are  dead ; 
But  beauty  will  come  forth  in  fragrance, 

When  Summer  shall  lift  up  her  head, 
After  sweet  sleep. 

My  Love  has  reclined  on  her  pillow, 

In  dreams  fairest  visions  to  see ; 
She  wakes  at  the  sound  of  my  footsteps 

To  welcome  a  visit  from  me, 
After  sweet  sleep. 
November  12,  1878. 

SONNET. 

I  mourn  departed  hours  that  once  were  bright, 
I  mourn  the  absence  of  some  dearest  friends, 
But  thy  return  into  my  bosom  sends 

A  ray  of  joy  as  pure  as  heaven's  own  light. 

Thy  presence  oft  has  been  a  blessed  charm, 
To  calm  my  soul  and  lay  each  "  carking  care," 
That  like  a  demon  foul  and  wont  to  bear 

E'en  Satan's  form,  has  come  to  do  me  harm. 


THE  BIRTHDAY.  67 

When  thou  art  here,  the  whole  creation  sings, 
The  heavens  and  earth  all  beautiful  appear  ; 
"When  thou  art  gone,  my  heart  is  dead  and  sere, 

And  in  the  wilderness  no  fountain  springs 

To  pour  its  living  water  all  around, 

And  change  the  desert  into  fruitful  ground. 
December  5,  1893. 

THE    BIRTHDAY. 

The  years,  the  changing  years, 

They  come,  they  go  ! 
How  fidl  of  hopes  and  fears, 
How  full  of  smiles  and  tears, 

How  swift  they  flow  ! 

They  give  to  youth  its  glow  ; 

And  beauty  charms. 
But  beauty  soon  must  know, 
That  years  become  its  foe 

With  hostile  arms  ! 

The  strength  they  bring  to  man, 

When  life  is  high, 
Continues  but  a  span, 
'T  is  Nature's  changeless  plan  ; 

Then  strength  must  die  ! 

The  courage  which  they  bring, 

In  life's  full  noon, 
Opens  a  cheerful  spring. 
Alas  !  to  flow  and  sing, 

It  fails  too  soon  ! 


68  THE  BIRTHDAY. 

Yes,  beauty  fades  away 

And  disappears  ; 
And  strength  must  soon  decay, 
And  courage  lose  its  sway, 

With  flight  of  years. 

Yet  one  thing  never  fails, 

Though  life  depart. 
Whatever  storm  assails, 
Love  evermore  prevails 
Within  the  heart  \ 

m 

Then  let  the  years  speed  by, 

Nor  cease  their  flight. 
Love  here  shall  never  die, 
Nor  e'en  above  the  sky 
In  holy  light. 

Now  fourscore  wanting  three 

Have  fled  away, 
And  brought  us  all  to  see, 
With  joy  in  full  degree, 

This  natal  day. 

In  gratitude  profound, 

For  years  that  throng, 
Our  thankful  hearts  are  bound 
To  her  whom  God  has  crowned 
With  life  so  long. 
August  14, 1SSG. 


IV. 

FESTIVAL. 


THANKSGIVING. 

Thy  blessings,  Lord,  give  harvests  birth, 
With  riches  fill  the  teeming  earth, 
Adorn  the  fields  with  golden  grain, 
And  heap  with  treasures  hill  and  plain. 
To  cities  give  their  wealth  and  peace, 
And  make  the  nation's  large  increase. 
Thy  bounty,  Lord,  is  manifold, 
Surpassing  all  the  worth  of  gold  ; 
For  loving  kindred,  home  and  health, 
Are  better  far  than  boundless  wealth. 

The  rain  falls  gently  from  Thy  hand, 
And  beauty  spreads  o'er  all  the  land, 
"While  every  where  among  the  hills 
Is  heard  the  music  of  the  rills. 
Thy  breath  in  fragrant  breezes  blown, 
Gives  life  and  joy  to  valleys  sown. 
Thy  bounty,  Lord,  is  manifold, 
Surpassing  all  the  worth  of  gold  ; 
For  loving  kindred,  home  and  health, 
Are  better  far  than  boundless  wealth. 

The  circling  seasons,  full  of  glee, 
Lift  up  their  voice,  O  God,  to  Thee ; 
The  king  of  day,  the  stars  of  night, 
The  changing  moon  with  silver  light, 


72  HARVEST  nOME. 

Are  radiant  with  a  thankful  mind, 
And  all  proclaim  :  the  Lord  is  kind. 
Thy  bounty,  Lord,  is  manifold, 
Surpassing  all  the  worth  of  gold  ; 
For  loving  kindred,  home  and  health, 
Are  better  far  than  boundless  wealth. 

For  tables  spread  with  loving  care, 
And  garnished  with  delicious  fare, 
For  welcome  in  the  kindly  home, 
For  worship  in  the  sacred  dome, 
Our  thankful  hearts,  O  God,  we  raise, 
And  sing  to  Thee  our  song  of  praise.   / 
Thy  bounty,  Lord,  is  manifold, 
Surpassing  all  the  worth  of  gold  ; 
For  loving  kindred,  home  and  health, 
Are  better  far  than  boundless  wealth. 
October  30,  1885. 


HARVEST   HOME. 

From  city,  village,  farm,  we  throng, 
And  lift  the  grateful  prayer  and  song ; 
We  talk  or  sing,  we  sit  or  roam, 
And  share  the  joy  of  Harvest  Home. 


The  smile  of  summer  cheers  the  earth, 
And  gives  the  welcome  harvest  birth  ; 
The  ranks  of  corn  in  beauty  stand, 
And  plenty  fills  our  happy  land. 


DIVINE  BOUNTY.  73 

We  dwell  in  peace,  and  fear  no  strife, 
That  threatened  once  the  nation's  life  ; 
No  storms  of  war  their  thunders  peal, 
To  rouse  the  soldier's  burning  zeal. 

Our  gratitude  is  justly  due 
To  men  who  wore  the  Union  blue  ; 
And  most  of  all  to  God  on  high, 
Who  pours  His  blessings  from  the  sky. 

Loud  swell  the  notes  of  joy  and  praise, 
To  Heaven  all  hearts  and  voices  raise ; 
And  make  the  welkin,  like  a  dome, 
Echo  the  song  of  Harvest  Home. 
July  21,  1886. 


DIVINE   BOUNTY. 

Lift  up  the  heart  of  praise, 

And  let  all  voices  ring ; 
The  field  and  forest  join  the  song 

And  loud  and  gladly  sing : 
The  barns  are  full  of  grain, 

And  sweet  the  new-mown  hay, 
No  fear  of  want,  no  dread  of  storms, 

Nor  icy  winter's  day. 

The  toil  of  man  is  blest, 

The  ranks  of  corn  rejoice, 
Their  banners  wave,  they  clap  their  hands, 

Exulting  is  their  voice. 


4  THANKSGIVING   HYMN. 

We  own  the  grace  divine, 
That  gives  to  all  their  food  ; 

While  heaven  and  earth  unite  to  say : 
The  Lord,  our  God,  is  good. 

With  thankfulness  and  love 

We  bless  the  lavish  Hand 
That  scatters  bounties  rich  and  free 

O'er  all  our  happy  land. 
And  while  we  here  abide, 

Or  if  perchance  we  roam, 
We  '11  heed  the  Voice  that  bids  us  keep 

Our  joyful  Harvest  Home. 
July  24,  1888. 


THANKSGIVING   HYMN. 

Thy  works,  O  God  of  might, 
Sun,  moon  and  stars  of  night, 

Obey  Thy  will. 
The  earth  yields  up  to  Thee 
Her  tribute  full  and  free  ; 
At  Thy  command  the  sea 

Is  loud  or  still. 

All  people  bless  the  Lord, 
Give  thanks  with  one  accord, 

And  sing  His  praise. 
He  gives  us  health  and  peace, 
Makes  harvest  fields  increase  ; 
His  bounties  never  cease, 

Through  all  our  days. 


SOUTH  OLD'S  ANNIVERSARY.  75 

The  wonders  Thou  hast  done, 
O  Christ,  God's  only  Son, 

Declare  Thy  grace. 
In  truth  and  love  arrayed, 
Redemption  Thou  hast  made, 
The  ransom  fully  paid, 

For  all  our  race. 

Thy  loving  kindness,  Lord, 
We  praise  with  one  accord, 
Our  hearts  are  Thine. 
We  consecrate  to  Thee 
Ourselves,  henceforth  to  be 
From  sin  and  death  set  free 
By  love  divine. 
November  4,  1885. 


SOUTHOLD'S   TWO   HUNDRED   AND 
FIFTIETH   ANNIVERSARY. 

The  years.  O  God,  are  thine ! 

The  centuries  that  roll 
Fulfill  Thy  wise  design  ; 
Thou  art  their  living  soul. 
Our  fathers  made  Thy  word  their  guide ; 
They  trusted  Thee.     Thou  didst  provide. 

Thy  favor  blest  their  toil, 

Thy  goodness  crowned  their  days, 

And  from  the  fruitful  soil, 
The  harvest  sang  Thy  praise, 


76  so  urn  ol^s  founders. 

Here  freedom  grew,  with  law  and  peace, 
And  piety  —  a  rich  increase. 

The  virtues  of  our  sires, 

May  all  their  children  show, 
Let  holiest  desires 
In  every  bosom  glow. 
From  age  to  age,  in  right  and  truth, 
May  our  old  Town  surpass  her  youth. 
March  15,  1890. 


SOUTHOLD'S   FOUNDERS. 

Five  semi-centuries  of  years ! 

How  swift  beyond  the  starry  spheres 

Their  flight  has  winged  its  way, 
Since,  full  of  hope  and  faith  sublime, 
Our  fathers,  in  the  bright  spring  time, 

First  sailed  Peconic  Bay. 

With  Christian  courage,  love  and  zeal, 
They  landed  here.     For  common  weal 

They  formed  a  church  and  town. 
Religion,  freedom,  law  and  right ! 
They  wrought  for  these,  with  all  their  might, 

Nor  feared  a  tyrant's  frown. 

The  desert  owns  their  hardy  toil, 
Their  cheerful  hands  turn  up  the  soil, 
More  fragrant  than  the  rose. 


SOUTHOLD'S  FOUNDERS.  77 

The  virgin  fields  with  grain  are  bright, 
And  active  life  brings  with  the  night 
The  balm  of  sweet  repose. 

The  dwellings  multiply  apace, 

"While  spring  to  autumn  runs  the  race, 

And  homely  comforts  grow. 
The  children  go  to  school  by  day ; 
They  learn  to  walk  the  Christian  way, 

With  health  their  faces  glow. 

The  Meeting  House  on  Sabbath  days 
Is  vocal  with  the  prayer  and  praise 

Of  godly  worshippers. 
The  faithful  pastor  in  his  place 
Expounds  the  word  of  truth  and  grace, 

And  every  bosom  stirs. 

No  despot's  hand  with  cruel  wrong 
Can  bind  in  chains  and  fetters  strong 

These  worshippers  of  God. 
They  own  the  land,  they  make  the  laws, 
No  man  can  suffer  but  for  cause, 

For  justice  holds  the  rod. 

For  us,  they  crossed  the  stormy  sea, 
For  us,  they  planted  liberty  ! 

How  rich  its  fruit  to-day. 
May  all  their  children  worthy  be 
To  share  the  birthright  of  the  free. 

For  this,  0  God,  we  pray. 


78  SOUTH  OLD'S  FOUNDERS. 

O  sons  of  freedom,  men  of  might, 
0  women,  full  of  faith  and  light, 

We  own  our  debt  to  you. 
In  love  to  men  and  love  to  God, 
The  path  of  right  you  nobly  trod, 

And  gave  to  all  their  due. 

Your  course  of  life  upon  the  earth 
Gives  your  example  priceless  worth 

To  all  who  know  your  ways. 
Oh,  may  your  virtues  us  incite 
To  do  our  best  with  all  our  might, 

Until  we  end  our  days. 
1890. 


V. 

SEA  SOXGS. 


THE  PASSENGER   SHIP. 

Press  on.  press  on.  with  swifter  speed, 
O  bark,  with  treasure  fraught : 

To  neither  winds  nor  waves  give  heed, 
To  cyclones,  not  a  thought. 

Thou  bearest  on  thy  stately  deck. 

More  wealth  than  mines  of  gold  ; 
Thou  must  not  sink  nor  suffer  wreck  — 

In  thee  is  worth  untold. 

Thanks,  thanks  !     Thou  comest  at  our  call ; 

Thy  prow  divides  the  sea ; 
Swifter  than  sea-birds  in  a  squall 

Behind  the  billows  flee. 

The  master,  standing  on  the  bridge. 

Marks  out  by  day  and  night 
The  trackless  course,  from  ridge  to  ridge, 

Of  thy  unceasing  flight. 

He  knows  thy  frame  of  well-wrought  steel. 

Thy  shipmen  brave  and  true  ; 
He  knows  the  hand  that  guides  the  wheel, 

And  all  thy  faithful  crew. 


82  THROUGH  STORM  AND  SNOW. 

Then  speed  thee  on,  and  swifter  fly, 

Subdue  the  mighty  sea  ; 
More  than  our  lives  on  thee  rely, 

They  live  or  die  with  thee. 

God  bless  the  master  and  the  men, 

Who  sail  the  ocean  wave  ; 
Who  brave  the  storm,  nor  tremble  when 

The  wild  tornadoes  rave. 

More  than  the  commerce  of  the  land  — 

The  kindred  of  our  blood, 
The  friends  we  love,  a  priceless  band  — 

They  bear  across  the  flood. 
January  19,  1892. 


THROUGH  STORM  AND  SNOW. 

Not  on  an  even  keel, 

But  tossing  to  and  fro, 
Though  heeding  well  the  wheel, 

She  fares  through  storm  and  snow. 

The  way  ahead  is  drear, 

With  more  than  mist  and  fog ; 

The  storm  is  too  severe 
Wisely  to  throw  the  log. 

The  billows  sink  and  swell ; 

They  make  our  good  ship  groan ; 


THROUGH  STORM  AND  SNOW.  83 

Her  pain  no  one  can  tell, 
Her  fate  is  all  unknown. 


The  snow  enshrouds  the  night, 
The  constellations  die ; 

There  is  no  gleam  of  light 
From  all  the  howling  sky. 

As  through  the  storm  she  fares, 
She  strikes  a  berg  of  ice ; 

We  lift  to  God  our  prayers, 
He  saves  her  in  a  trice. 

The  tempest  louder  raves, 

It  blows,  and  hails,  and  snows  ; 

She  stems  the  winds  and  waves, 
And  bravely  forward  goes. 

We  gird  ourselves  anew, 

And  lift  up  heart  and  head ; 

We  are  a  faithful  crew, 
And  duty  never  dread. 

We  fill  each  one  his  place, 
Below  or  on  the  deck ; 

We  fear  not  death  to  face, 
Only  our  good  ship's  wreck. 

We  therefore  watch  and  pray, 

And  do  the  best  we  can ; 
We  hope  a  brighter  day 
For  her  is  in  God's  plan. 
September  19,  1892. 


84  THE  TREASURE  BEARER. 

THE   TREASURE   BEARER. 

Loud  roars  the  wild  voice  of  the  tempest, 
The  snow  hides  the  light  of  the  stars, 

The  foam  of  the  sea  from  the  billows 
Flies  over  her  deck  and  her  spars. 

The  ice  on  her  hull  and  her  rigging 
But  adds  to  her  toil  and  distress, 

Yet  bravely  she  faces  the  surges 
That  dare  her  fair  bosom  to  press. 

Now  upward  she  rides  on  the  mountain, 
Then  sinks  in  the  trough  of  the  sea ; 

But  always  she  keeps  up  her  courage, 
Nor  thinks  from  the  danger  to  flee. 

Unfailing  as  earth's  revolution, 
Unceasing  by  night  and  by  day, 

As  true  as  the  steel  of  her  compass, 
She  speeds  her  untraceable  way. 

O  ship  of  our  eager  affection, 
Thy  worth  to  us  cannot  be  told ; 

In  thee  are  the  richest  of  treasures, 
More  precious  than  millions  of  gold. 

We  know  thou  art  prompt  to  thy  duty, 
And  never  thou  laggest  behind. 

But  runnest  thy  race  in  due  season, 
A  pattern  for  all  of  mankind. 


THE  LIGHTHOUSE.  85 

So  bring  us  the  faces  we  cherish. 

The  hearts  that  are  loving  and  dear; 
From  perils  of  ocean  preserve  them, 

Dispelling  their  trouble  and  fear. 

Then  praises  to  thee  will  we  render, 

O  ship  of  our  hope  and  our  joy, 
And  prayers  of  thankf  ul  devotion, 

To  God  shall  our  voices  employ. 
February  20,  1S93. 


THE   LIGHTHOUSE. 

The  lighthouse  crowns  the  rocky  point 

"Where  many  ships  go  by  ; 
"Where  stormy  winds  and  billows  roar, 

And  foaming  waves  dash  high. 

0  ship,  how  soon  the  cruel  rocks 
Will  crush  thy  shapely  side ; 

And  death  rush  in  for  all  on  board 
Through  seams  that  open  wide ! 

The  gloomy  night  no  star  reveals, 

The  tempest  rages  loud. 
The  seas  leap  o'er  thy  sleety  deck, 

Ice  makes  on  sail  and  shroud. 

What  mighty  hand  can  help  afford  ? 

What  voice  the  storm  abate  ? 
What  miracle  can  give  relief. 

And  save  thee  from  thy  fate  ? 


86  TIIE  HELPLESS  IN  THE  SEA. 

Oil,  joy  !  The  lighthouse  flashes  bright 

Across  thy  dreary  deck  ! 
It  turns  thy  course  to  breast  the  storm, 

And  shun  the  fatal  wreck  ! 

No  mighty  hand  affords  thee  help  ; 

No  miracle  is  wrought ; 
The  lighthouse  makes  the  light  shine  out, 

As  Christian  people  ought. 

No  word  divine  subdues  the  storm, 
No  voice  says  :  "  Peace,  be  still." 

The  lighthouse  makes  the  light  shine  out, 
As  Christian  children  will. 

How  oft  amid  the  storms  of  life 

We  gladly  find  it  true, 
The  lighthouse  makes  the  light  shine  out, 
As  God's  own  people  do. 
January  21,  1880. 


THE   HELPLESS   IN   THE   SEA. 

Behold  a  speck  upon  the  sea ! 

It  falls  and  rises  high. 
A  living  thing  !     What  can  it  be  ? 

No  help  nor  hope  is  nigh ! 

O  God  !     It  is  a  human  soul 
That  struggles  in  the  wave  ; 

The  billows  break  and  o'er  it  roll ; 
No  earthly  power  can  save. 


THE  FREE  SALVATION.  87 

O  Christ,  Thy  feet  have  trod  the  sea, 
Thy  voice  hath  calmed  the  deep, 

Rebuked  the  storms  of  Galilee, 
And  hushed  them  into  sleep. 

Have  mercy  on  this  helpless  soul, 

By  waves  of  ocean  tossed  ; 
The  storms  obey  Thy  firm  control. 

Why  should  the  soul  be  lost  ? 

Have  pity,  Lord.     Display  Thy  might, 

And  show  Thy  grace  divine. 
Oh,  work  salvation  in  our  sight ; 

The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 
September  8,  1872. 


THE   FREE   SALVATION. 

O  Joy  of  contrite  hearts, 
New  life  Thy  grace  imparts 

To  dying  souls. 
Thy  wounds  divinely  pour 
A  flood  of  crimson  gore  ; 
A  sea  without  a  shore, 

Salvation  rolls. 

How  free  the  vital  flood, 
Thy  precious,  cleansing  blood 

Saviour  divine. 
Our  hearts  within  us  burn 
To  make  Thee  some  return  ; 


88  ASPIRATION. 

Do  not  our  service  spurn, 
But  own  us  Thine. 


Then  shall  our  love  increase, 
Our  worship  never  cease, 

Through  all  our  days. 
Thy  grace  our  tongues  shall  tell 
Till  here  we  cease  to  dwell, 
And  heavenly  anthems  swell 

In  songs  of  praise. 
November  10,  1872. 


ASPIRATION. 

O  Comforter  divine, 

Do  not  Thy  work  resign 
In  my  unfaithful  and  rebellious  heart, 
Nor  from  my  lost  and  sinful  soul  depart, 
Lest  evermore 
The  mystic  shore 

Beyond  the  boundless  sea, 

Where  souls  from  guilt  are  free, 

Shall  be  no  place  for  me 

Through  all  eternity. 

O  Comforter  divine, 
Renew  this  heart  of  mine, 
And  fit  it  for  Thy  temple  on  that  shore 
Where  sin  and  guilt  and  fear  and  death  are  o'er, 
And  evermore 
Have  ceased  to  roar 


LOVE  DIVINE.  89 

The  raging  winds  that  blow, 
And  waves  of  war  and  woe, 
That  thunder  here  below 
Like  battles  to  and  fro. 

O  Comforter  divine, 
Enlighten  and  refine 
This  evil  heart  of  mine  from  all  its  dross, 
And  save  me  from  the  doom  of  endless  loss. 
So  evermore 
Upon  the  shore 
Where  sins  have  lost  their  stain 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  complain ; 
But  peace  shall  aye  remain 
And  Love  immortal  reign. 
February  3,  1890. 


LOVE   DIVINE. 

Love  divine,  holy  One, 

Light  of  life,  Star  and  Sun, 

Round  us  shed  the  light  of  the  day, 
Darkly  driven  far  from  the  way, 

Far  from  heaven  our  home. 

Love  divine,  holy  One, 
Gracious  Lord,  God's  own  Son, 

Hear  us,  help  us.  tost  on  the  wave. 

Love  omnipotent  only  can  save, 
Save  in  heavenly  peace. 


90  RESCUE. 

Love  divine,  holy  One, 

Not  our  will,  Thine  be  done. 

Wave  nor  storm  nor  death  will  we  fear, 
Mindful  only  that  Jesus  is  near  — 

Source  of  heavenly  rest. 
December  30,  1882. 


RESCUE. 

The  tempest  roared,  the  ocean  foamed, 

And  darkness  filled  the  sky  ; 
The  rattling  hail,  the  blinding  spray, 

Proclaimed  that  doom  was  nigh. 
The  gaskets  broke,  sails  blew  to  shreds, 

Our  craft  all  helpless  lay ; 
We  knew  not  if  the  night  would  pass, 

And  bring  the  light  of  day. 

Through  gloom  and  storm  the  laggard  hours 

Wore  heavily  and  drear ; 
The  breaking  seas,  the  howling  blast, 

Were  messengers  of  fear. 
From  keel  to  deck  our  good  ship  writhed 

With  frame  and  body  strained  ; 
To  mount  the  billows  rolling  high, 

No  longer  strength  remained. 

We  felt  her  quiver  'neath  our  feet, 

The  trembling  of  her  spars  ; 
The  dismal  gloom  enshrouded  her, 

And  dead  were  all  the  stars. 


THE  DAY  OF  DEATH.  91 

We  could  not  yield  her  up  to  fate, 
To  Heaven  we  raised  our  cry : 
"  Oh,  send  her  not  to  ocean's  depths, 
God  save  her  lest  she  die." 

Great  Heaven,  that  hears  the  earnest  soul, 

Gave  ear  unto  our  voice ; 
The  tempest  ceased,  the  day  returned, 

And  made  our  ship  rejoice. 
Whatever  perils  on  their  course 

Are  set  in  dread  array, 
Relief  and  safety  come  from  God 

To  all  who  work  and  pray. 
July  31,  1888. 


THE   DAY   OF   DEATH. 

How  blest  the  day  of  death ! 

The  spirit  wings  her  flight. 
While  heaves  the  breast  its  latest  breath, 

Fly  open  gates  of  light. 

The  storm  and  tempest  o'er, 

The  port  is  made  at  last ; 
The  raging  billows  cease  to  roar, 

The  dread  and  danger  past. 

The  day  of  toil  is  done, 

The  place  of  rest  is  found, 
The  battle  fought,  the  triumph  won ; 

Delight  and  peace  abound. 


92       THE  PEACEFUL  DEPTHS   OF  OCEAN. 

The  Father's  house  appears, 

The  dom.es  of  glory  shine  ; 
No  sorrow  there,  nor  bitter  tears, 

But  happiness  divine? 

The  spirits  of  the  just, 

Made  perfect  evermore, 
The  Son  of  God,  in  whom  they  trust, 

They  worship  and  adore. 

They  joyful  welcome  give 

The  sinner  saved  by  grace, 
Who  there  in  Paradise  shall  live, 
And  see  the  Saviour's  face. 
January  14,  1890. 


THE  PEACEFUL  DEPTHS  OF  OCEAN. 

Amid  the  deep  sea-sounding, 
O'er  many  a  spreading  vale, 

In  forms  of  life  abounding, 
The  mollusk  navies  sail. 

These  forms,  when  life  is  ended, 

Sink  gently  to  their  rest, 
As  snow-flakes,  air-suspended, 

Or  down  from  eider's  breast. 

They  fall  in  countless  number, 
O'er  hill,  and  vale,  and  plain, 

Where  human  navies  slumber 
Beneath  the  whelming  main. 


THE  PEACEFUL  DEPTHS   OF  OCEAN.       93 

They  cover  rocks  and  mountains, 

Far  down  below  the  storms, 
Where  neither  streams  nor  fountains 

Disturb  the  sleeping  forms. 

They  round  each  point  and  angle 

To  lines  of  beauty  rare, 
And  rest  on  ocean's  tangle, 

As  hoar-frost,  bright  and  fair. 

Oh  !  what  a  world  of  beauty 
And  wonders  passing  thought, 

To  teach  mankind  their  duty, 
Has  God  in  wisdom  wrought ! 

He  works  in  lowly  places, 

Amid  the  deepest  seas, 
And  guides  the  feeblest  races 

To  keep  His  wise  decrees. 

He  rules  the  teeming  creatures  — 

Too  small  for  human  eye  — 
To  show  in  charming  features 

The  heart  of  God  Most  High. 

The  peaceful  depths  of  ocean 

Proclaim  His  wondrous  skill, 
Its  rest  and  wild  commotion 

Alike  obey  His  will. 
March  20,  1873. 


VI. 

DESCRIPTION. 


THE   COURSE   OF  LIFE. 

Our  life  glides  not  with  equal  pace 

From  infancy  to  later  years. 
But  flies  more  swiftly  in  the  race 

As  nearer  the  bright  goal  appears. 

The  days  of  youth  are  shallow  streams, 
That  softly  flow  through  rush  and  sedge ; 

And  purposeless  as  idle  dreams. 
They  loiter  by  the  grassy  edge. 

The  strength  of  manhood's  glowing  noon, 
That  opens  wide  the  fairest  flowers. 

And  promises  a  richer  boon, 

Gives  fleetness  to  the  winged  hours. 

To  growing  age  years  seem  a  day, 
The  seasons  gleam  with  rapid  flight ; 

And  life  so  quickly  flits  away. 
It  envies  not  the  speed  of  light. 

'T  is  ever  thus.     The  gladdest  day 
Flies  faster  than  the  saddest  time  ; 

And  age.  that  moves  in  wisdom's  way, 
Darts  quickest  to  the  realm  sublime. 


98  njrPY  at  home. 

Fly  swifter,  swifter,  latest  years, 
Mature  in  virtue,  truth  and  love, 

Set  free  from  sorrow,  doubt  and  fears, 
Oh  !  speed  us  to  the  home  above. 
July  29,  1SS1. 


HAPPY  AT   HOME. 

Here  where  I  lived  in  tender  childhood, 

Happy  I  stay. 
Here  sings  my  heart  like  birds  in  the  wildwood, 

Sings  all  the  livelong  day. 
All  up  and  down  the  fields  and  beaches 

Joyful  I  roam, 
Still  glad  to  learn  what  Nature  teaches, 

Happy  I  live  at  home. 
Though  the  world  be  sad  and  dreary, 

Where  afar  men  roam, 
Here  nevermore  my  heart  grows  weary, 

Here  evermore  is  my  home. 

Here  o'er  the  little  farm  I  wandered, 

When  I  was  young. 
Not  many  days  I  vainly  squandered, 

But  many  songs  I  sung. 
Here,  where  I  played  with  sisters,  brothers, 

Happy  am  I. 
Here  well  I  love  both  them  and  others, 

Here  let  me  live  and  die. 
Though  the  world  be  sad  and  dreary, 

"Where  afar  men  roam, 


WINTER'S  RETREAT.  99 

Here  nevermore  my  heart  grows  weary, 
Here  evermore  is  my  home. 

One  lowly  cot  mid  many  an  acre, 

One  that  I  love,  * 

Stands  like  a  blessing  from  my  Maker, 

Nor  from  it  will  I  rove. 
Fair  lie  the  fields  with  grain  all  growing, 

'Neath  heaven's  dome. 
Here  will  I  reap  for  all  my  sowing, 

All  round  my  good  old  home. 
Though  the  world  be  sad  and  dreary, 

Where  afar  men  roam, 
Here  nevermore  my  heart  is  weary, 

Here  evermore  is  my  home. 
July  22,  1886. 


WINTER'S   RETREAT. 

The  valleys  hail  th'  advancing  sun, 

And  break  their  icy  chains  ; 
The  urns  of  Spring  have  now  begun 

To  pour  their  mellow  rains. 

Old  Winter  lingers  on  the  hills, 

And  on  the  mountain  stays, 
Whence  melting  snows  send  down  the  rills 

That  cheer  the  summer  days. 

Not  willingly  old  Winter  bends, 
Nor  slacks  his  frigid  reign  ; 


100  SPRIXG. 

In  wrath,  he  from  the  mountain  sends 
His  storms  upon  the  plain. 

But  Summer  presses  after  Spring  ; 

They  climb  the  mountain  high  ; 
And  Winter  hears  their  voices  ring : 

"  The  grim  old  King  shall  die !  " 

A  mortal  terror  grasps  his  heart, 
Oli,  whither  shall  he  %  ? 

The  mountain  top  he  must  depart ; 
He  leaps  into  the  sky. 
March  9,  1886. 


SPRING. 

The  vernal  skies  beam  cheeringly, 
Kind  Nature's  heart  throbs  full  and  free, 
And  Spring  sends  forth  creative  breath 
To  end  the  reign  of  cold  and  death. 

The  buds  and  leaflets  feel  the  glow 
Of  Earth's  maternal  breast,  and  know 
The  love  she  bears  her  children  dear, 
Who  come  to  bless  the  circling  year. 

The  daffodils  lift  up  their  head, 
Nor  longer  keep  their  wintry  bed ; 
But  conscious  of  their  wealth  untold, 
They  crown  themselves  with  purest  gold. 


SPUING  AND  SUMMER.  101 

The  birds  return  from  southern  lands ; 
They  fill  the  woods  with  singing  bands  ; 
From  tree  to  tree  they  wing  their  flight, 
And  make  the  hills  and  valleys  bright. 

The  forests  doff  their  sombre  gray, 
And  deck  themselves  in  glad  array  ; 
The  groves  responsive  make  reply, 
And  lift  their  leafy  banners  high. 

The  brooks,  released  from  icy  chains, 
Rejoicing  run  through  fertile  plains  ; 
And  music  rings  on  every  breeze, 
From  warblers  nesting  in  the  trees. 

The  cattle  crop  the  tender  grass 
In  fields  o'er  which  cloud-shadows  pass ; 
The  ploughmen  sing  their  songs  with  glee, 
In  hope  of  harvests  soon  to  be. 

O  welcome  days  of  vernal  prime, 
Your  charm  exceeds  all  flowing  rhyme  ; 
No  joy  of  earth  can  ever  seem 
To  equal  yours  but  love's  young  dream. 
March  5,  1886. 


SPRING  AND   SUMMER. 

The  Spring  came  tripping  up  this  way 

In  verdure  clad,  and  crowned  with  flowers, 
The  children  of  the  April  showers, 

And  offspring  of  the  fields  of  May. 


102  SPRLVG  AND  SUMMER. 

Her  eyes  were  brilliant  as  the  dew 
That  sparkles  on  the  grassy  blades 
Where  festive  rustic  swains  and  maids 

Make  love  and  dance  when  life  is  new. 

She  touched  the  forests  ;  and  their  gray 

They  doffed,  and  robed  themselves  in  green, 
While  through  their  boughs  the  silver  sheen 

Made  fitful  shadows  sport  and  play. 

She  called  the  ploughman  to  his  toil  j 

Delightedly  he  knew  her  voice  ; 

Her  presence  made  his  heart  rejoice, 
And  cheerily  he  turned  the  soil. 

He  scattered  the  fruitful  seed, 

He  covered  it  smoothly  and  well ; 

He  scouted  the  fear  of  need, 
He  counted  on  plenty  to  sell. 

She  praised  his  cheerful  hope  ; 
She  told  him  not  to  mope, 

But  trust  her  kindly  hand 
With  hindrances  to  cope, 
And  for  his  joy  to  ope 

The  treasures  of  the  land. 

She  gave  new  life  to  Beauty's  form, 

To  Pleasure,  and  to  Love, 
And  made  each  swelling  bosom  warm 

And  pure  as  heaven  above. 


THE    WOODLAND  FLOWERS.  103 

Wide  open  she  threw  the  pearly  gate 

To  usher  rich  Summer  in, 
"Who  came  with  delight  in  queenly  state 

The  homage  of  men  to  win. 

Then  swift  and  sure  the  Summer  gave 

Her  message  to  many  a  field, 
And  far  and  wide  the  harvests  wave 

Their  pledge  of  a  plentiful  yield. 

The  harvester  rattles  along 

And  merrily  chirps  to  his  team  ; 
He  reckons  that  rattle  a  song 

Far  sweeter  than  dreamer  can  dream. 

The  fragrance  of  the  new-mown  hay 
Makes  every  stack  a  rich  bouquet, 
And  every  barn  is  doubly  sweet 
With  crowded  mows  of  oats  and  wheat. 

The  farmer  looks  his  treasures  o'er, 

His  fruits  of  toil  he  highly  rates  ; 
And  thankful  for  the  gathered  store, 

The  Harvest  Home  he  celebrates. 
July  13.  1S92. 


THE   WOODLAND   FLOWERS. 

The  flowers  spring  at  their  sweet  will 

Along  the  woodland  way ; 
Their  perfumes  all  the  breezes  fill, 

Their  beauties,  all  the  day. 


104  LIGHT  AND  SHADE. 

They  ope  their  blossoms  one  by  one, 
Their  leaflets  dance  and  play, 

They  spread  their  petals  to  the  sun, 
And  make  their  home  look  gay. 

They  speak  the  language  of  the  heart, 
No  guile  is  on  their  face, 

And  far  beyond  the  reach  of  art, 
They  charm  us  with  their  grace. 

O  children  of  the  shady  wood, 
More  beautiful  than  youth, 

Your  virtues  are  supremely  good, 
Simplicity  and  truth. 
November  26,  1885. 


LIGHT  AND   SHADE. 

The  golden  radiance  of  the  l*ng  ago 

With  gentle  voices  heard  in  memory's  halls, 

The  nut-brown  curls  that  waved  in  breezy  flow, 
Triumphant  hope  leaping  the  mountain  walls, 

Ye  bring  your  aid  unto  my  darkling  soul. 

How  vain  your  toil  to  make  my  spirit  whole  ! 

Fair  blushing  Morn  outruns  the  marching  stars, 
The  wild  bird  sings  her  matin  in  the  shade, 

My  cherub's  hand  the  gates  of  joy  unbars, 

And  shows  the  path  which  angel-feet  have  made. 

Full  oft  they  call  the  weary  heart  to  rest ; 

There  is  no  peace  for  Sorrow's  heaving  breast. 


TEE  SUMMER  NIGHT.  105 

Rich  fragrant  blooms  adorn  the  brow  of  earth  ; 

The  clasp  of  Love  gives  safety  without  end, 
And  bliss,  that  ne'er  shall  need  a  second  birth, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  thought  to  comprehend. 
All  fruitless  strive  these  visions  of  delight 
To  chase  away  the  shadows  of  the  night. 

October  25,  1871. 


THE   SUMMER  NIGHT. 

The  harvest  moon  serenely  bright, 
Outpours  her  wealth  of  silver  light, 
And  spreads  o'er  all  the  world  bedight 
A  lovely  veil  that  charms  the  sight, 
While  evil  omens  take  their  flight, 
And  earth  and  heaven  to  rest  invite. 

The  forest  waves  in  leafy  green, 
The  river  runs  with  gleaming  sheen, 
The  fragrant  meadows  intervene, 
The  fields  of  corn  in  ranks  are  seen, 
The  verdant  pastures  lie  between, 
And  beauty  decks  the  whole  terrene. 

The  distant  mountains  lift  their  head, 
Their  wintry  torrents  all  are  fled, 
No  angry  storms  above  them  spread, 
No  bolt  of  fire  is  swiftly  sped, 
No  thunder  wakes  a  trembling  dread, 
The  smile  of  peace  o'er  all  is  shed. 


106  AUTUMN. 

The  towns  and  hamlets  gently  sleep, 

The  dewy  airs  the  senses  steep, 

No  sentinels  their  vigils  keep, 

No  evil  doers  darkly  creep, 

The  calm  of  heaven  is  sweet  and  deep. 

And  tearful  eyes  forget  to  weep. 

The  weary  take  their  welcome  rest. 
No  more  with  care  and  toil  opprest, 
Each  heart  beats  softly  in  the  breast, 
And  holy  souls  are  doubly  blest, 
For  earth  and  sky,  in  glory  drest, 
The  love  and  might  divine  attest. 
July  28,  1885. 


AUTUMN. 

Along  the  wires  that  form  the  paths  of  thought, 
And  tell  to  men  what  time  and  change  have  wrought, 
Ten  thousand  swallows,  to  the  season  true, 
With  prescient  instinct,  make  their  rendezvous 
Before  they  spread  their  wings  and  sail  away 
To  find  in  warmer  climes  a  brighter  day. 

From  homes  of  men  the  robin  now  retires, 
His  song  scarce  heard  amid  the  forest  choirs. 
No  more  the  rain-crow  shouts  his  coucou  note, 
But  seeks  a  home  in  sunny  lands  remote. 

Yet  forms  of  insect  life  in  millions  throng, 
While  katydid  untiring  pipes  his  song. 


THE  BEAUTTS  FATE.  107 

The  cricket's  organ  never  ceasing  plays, 
And  filmy  webs  the  cunning  spider  lays. 

But  on  the  trees  no  caterpillar  weaves 

His  toils,  destructive  to  the  tender  leaves. 

No  hornets  buzz  around  their  heart-shaped  home, 

Nor  build  with  paper-walls  its  spreading  dome. 

But  countless  golden  rods,  in  fields  and  ways, 
Unfold  the  glory  of  the  autumn  days. 
The  rustling  corn  lifts  up  its  tasseled  head, 
And  shows  its  fruits  with  silky  veils  o'erspread. 
The  purpling  grapes  mid  failing  leaves  appear, 
While  verdant  fields  give  place  to  brown  and  sere. 

The  Wisdom  that  revolves  the  seasons  round 
Changes  the  year,  and  stormy  winds  resound. 
But  ample  stores  are  for  the  winter  made, 
And  autumn  has  the  summer's  toil  repaid. 
September  11,  1882. 


THE   BEAUTY'S   FATE. 

Up  sprang  a  lily  from  the  mould : 

It  was  not  cold. 
She  spread  her  petals  to  the  air 

In  beauty  rare, 
And  shed  her  fragrance  all  around, 

Above  the  ground. 

A  bee  came  humming  on  the  breeze 
Beneath  the  trees. 


108  THE   OLD    YEAR. 

He  saw  the  lily  standing  there, 

So  wondrous  fair. 
He  loved  the  nectar  in  her  cup, 

And  sipped  it  up. 

A  butterfly  soon  came  along, 

But  sang  no  song. 
He  fanned  the  lily  with  his  wings, 

The  painted  things. 
Her  beauty  pierced  him  to  the  heart, 

And  could  they  part  ? 

A  human  hand  appeared  in  view, 

'T  is  sadly  true  ; 
The  butterfly  then  flew  away, 

Alas,  the  day  ! 
The  lily's  stem  was  cut  in  twain, 
Her  hope  was  vain. 
March  4,  1886. 


THE   OLD  YEAR. 

The  faithful  year  has  matched  the  sun 

With  diligence  unfailing ; 
He  now  retires,  his  duties  done, 

His  steps  with  glory  trailing. 

For  strong  and  skillful  are  the  feet 

That  hasten  his  departing, 
Well  trained  to  make  the  journey  fleet 

Beyond  his  speed  at  starting. 


THE  DRUXKARD'S  DOOM.  109 

He  scattered  freely  on  his  course 

Of  gifts  unbounded  treasure, 
Forever  pouring  from  their  source 

His  riches  without  measure. 

He  multiplied  the  happy  days 
And  filled  them  full  of  gladne-s. 

He  taught  the  mourning  heart  to  praise, 
Dispelling  grief  and  sadness. 

He  lightened  all  the  darker  hours, 
And  kindly  gave  them  fleetness, 

Of  bitter  things  his  magic  powers 
Turned  wormwood  into  sweetness. 

Our  grateful  hearts  now  say  adieu, 

Old  year,  to  thee  retiring ; 
Oh,  be  the  youth,  that  comes  in  view. 

To  thy  good  deeds  aspiring. 
December  2S.  1SS9. 


THE   DRUNKARD'S   DOOM. 

No  wine  nor  beer 

Can  make  good  cheer, 
Nor  brandy,  whiskey,  rum  : 

It  must  appear, 

And  very  clear. 
That  drink  makes  wrath  to  come. 

Though  tiplers  drink, 
And  vainly  think 


110  TIIE  DRUNKARD'S  DOOM. 

It  is  no  harm  to  sip ; 

From  bloodshot  blink, 
They  well  may  shrink, 
•     And  never  take  a  nip. 

With  all  its  might 
Drink  spreads  a  blight 

Upon  the  drinker's  life  ; 
A  painful  sight, 
His  dreadful  plight 

Is  wretchedness  and  strife. 

The  drinker  rends 
From  kindred,  friends, 

The  love  they  felt  of  yore ; 
His  money  spends, 
And  right  offends, 

And  grovels  more  and  more. 

While  home  bewails, 

Drink  want  entails, 
And  hastens  to  consume  ; 

While  it  prevails, 

No  help  avails 
To  stay  the  drunkard's  doom. 

So  therefore  be 

Forever  free 
From  vices  high  and  low ; 

From  tipsy  glee, 

And  sottish  spree, 
And  all  the  drunkard's  woe. 
January  10,  1890. 


VII. 
TRANSLATIONS. 


WHEN  THE   INFANT  APPEARS. 

FROM    THE    FRENCH    OF    VICTOR    HUGO. 

Whzx  the  infant  appears,  how  the  family  band 
All  applaud  his  loud  shouts,  and  a  wave  of  his  hand 

Makes  the  eves  of  all  bright. 
He  is  welcome  ;  all  laugh  ;  the  soiled  faces,  or  sad, 
When  the  infant  appears,,  quickly  smile  and  are 
glad 

With  his  sweetness  and  light. 

Let  the  verdure  of  June  overshadow  my  door, 
Or  December's  cold  blast  make  the  chairs  on  my 
floor 

Close  encircle  the  fire. 
When  the  infant  appears  there  is  joy  at  the  sight ; 
Then  I  call,  and  his  mother,  with  fear  and  delight, 

Sees  him  walk  to  his  sire. 

There  are  times  that  we  speak  —  as  we  stir  up  the 

flame  — 
Of  the  soul,  of  the  country,  the  poets,  God's  name. 

And  our  hearts  to  Him  turn. 
When  the  infant  appears,  then  adieu  to  the  sky, 
To  the  soul,  country,  poets  ;  discussions  all  die  ; 

From  the  infant  we  learn. 


114  WHEN  TEE  INFANT  APPEARS. 

In  the  night  when  man  sleeps  and  the  soul  is  in 

dreams, 
"When  one  hears,  like  a  sigh,  the  soft  whisper  of 
streams, 
As  they  flow  through  the  grass, 
If  the  dawn  quickly  breaks,  its  pure  light  from  on 

high 
Wakes  a  fanfare  of  bells,  and  of  birds  in  the  sky 
As  they  pass  and  repass. 

Thou,  dear  child,  art  the  dawn,  and  my  soid  is  the 

field 
Yielding  fragrance  the  sweetest  that  flowers  can 
yield, 
When  thy  breath  on  it  falls. 
And  my  soul  is  the  forest  whose  mansions  of  green 
Are  replete  with  soft  murmurs  and  silvery  sheen, 
And  for  thee  are  its  halls. 

For  thy  beautiful  eyes  sparkle  only  to  bless, 
And  thy  hands,  fair  and  small,  are  most  fit  to  ca- 
ress, 
And  from  evil  are  free. 
Thy  young  steps  have  not  touched  our  defilement 

of  mire, 
Thy  fair  head' with  blonde  hair  would  an  angel  in- 
spire 
Thy  companion  to  be. 

Oh,  the  beautiful  child  with  the  smile  that  invites, 
His  good  faith,  and  his  voice  that  to  laughter  in- 
cites, 
While  his  tears  fade  as  mist. 


THE  ANGEL  AND   THE  INFANT.  115 

He  permits  his  rapt  vision  astonished  to  stray, 
And  he  offers  his  soul  to  the  life  in  his  way, 
And  Ins  mouth  to  be  kissed. 

Oh,  defend  me,  great   God,  and  my  kindred   and 

friends, 
Oh,   defend  e'en  my  foes,   though  they  make  no 
amends 
For  their  wrongs,  fierce  and  wild, 
From  the  sadness  of  seeing  the  hive  without  bees, 
The  spring  without  flowers,  no  leaves  on  the  trees, 
And  the  home  with  no  child. 
August  2,  1S83. 


THE  ANGEL  AND  THE  INFANT. 

FROM    THE    FREXCH    OF   JEAN    REBOUL. 

Ax  angel  near  a  cradle-side 

Bent  o'er  it  with  celestial  grace, 

And  smiled  to  see  his  image  there 
As  in  a  brooklet's  shining  face. 

"  O  charming  infant,  like  myself, 
The  earth  unworthy  is  of  thee  ; 
Come,  fly  away  with  me,"  he  said, 
"  Together  we  shall  happy  be. 

"  Here  sorrow  mingles  with  delight ; 

There  bliss  and  gladness  are  complete ; 
Here  cries  of  joy  give  place  to  sighs, 
And  pain  and  pleasure  often  meet. 


116  TIIE  ANGEL  AND   THE  INFANT. 

"No  festival  without  its  fear  ; 

The  calmest  day  and  most  serene 
Can  guard  no  morrow's  coming  hour 
Lest  storm  and  darkness  intervene. 

"  Ah,  why  should  heart-aches  and  alarms 
Disturb  a  face  so  pure  and  true, 
And  with  the  bitterness  of  tears 

Bedim  these  eyes  of  heavenly  blue  ? 

'*  No,  no !     Remote  in  fields  of  space 
With  me,  O  infant,  fly  away  ; 
For  Providence  affords  thee  grace 
To  leave  behind  earth's  gloomy  day. 

"  Let  none  within  thy  earthly  home 

Defile  thy  garments  pure  and  white, 
But  all  behold  thy  latest  hour 
As  spotless  as  thy  morning  light. 

"  No  shadow  on  thy  face  should  fall, 
No  tomb  await  thee  on  thy  way ; 
To  one  within  thy  tender  age, 

Thy  last  must  be  thy  brightest  day." 

The  angel  spake,  and  shook  his  wings, 
Then  took  the  treasure  from  the  bed, 

And  soared  to  his  eternal  home. 
O  mother  dear,  thy  child  is  dead ! 
June  29,  1S83. 


WEEP  NOT.  Ill 

WEEP  NOT. 

FROM   THE   FRENCH. 

Kxow  you  how  many  stars 
Shine  brightly  in  the  heaven  ? 

Know  you  how  many  sails 
Unto  the  winds  are  given  ? 

Know  you  how  many  swarms 

Within  a  sunbeam  soar  ? 
Know  you  how  many  hearts 

One  holy  Name  adore  ? 

God  knows  them  all,  and  well. 

He  lives  and  never  sleeps. 
He  sees  where  eagles  fly 

And  where  the  glow-worm  creeps. 

And  wilt  thou  courage  lose  ? 

Dost  thou  not  hear  the  lays, 
The  songs  that  sparrows  sing  ? 
Hear  thou,  and  also  praise. 
June  30,  1883. 


118  THE  DREAM   OF  THE   TRAMP. 

THE   DREAM   OF  THE   TRAMP. 

FROM   THE    FRENCH. 

He  has  fallen  asleep  by  the  side  of  the  road, 
And  the  staff  that  upheld  him  as  onward  he  strode 

Has  escaped  from  the  grasp  of  his  hand. 
Though  a  tree  gives  him  shade,  he  has  rolled  in  the 

dust, 
But  the  book  half-concealed  in  his  rags,  makes  him 
trust 
In  the  Christ,  though  he  tramps  through  the 
land. 

His  august  and  grave  face  has  laid  hold  of  my 

heart  — 
"  What  regrets,  aged  man,  or  what  griefs  could  im- 
part 
The  grand  lines  that  are  writ  on  thy  brow  ?  " 
It  is  God  who  has  given  the  peace  in  thy  breast, 
And  the  word  of  His  truth  shows  the  promise  of  rest 
To  the  pilgrim  in  poverty  now. 

To  thy  limbs,  over  weary,  how  sweet  the  sun's  rays  ! 
And  thick  clouds,  on  high  mountains,  with  light- 
nings ablaze, 

Thunder  softly  above  thy  bare  head. 
Swiftly  dies  the  long  day.  and  the  night  with  alarms 
Comes  in  fury.     No  matter.     Repose  in  the  arms 

Of  the  Friend  who  protects  thee  from  dread. 


THE  DREAM  OF  THE   TRAMP.  119 

What  is  this  that  I  see  ?     Though  discolored  and 

bare 
Is  thy  head  ;  yet  again,  and  surpassingly  fair, 
Shines  the  brightness  of  beautiful  youth, 
While  thy  features  all  glow  —  't  is  a  holy  surprise  — 
And  thy  face,  bathed  in  tears  from  thy  closely  shut 
eyes, 
Shows  the  rapture  of  heavenly  truth. 

Oh,  what  charm  has   suspended  the  force  of  thy 

grief  ? 
What  delightful   remembrance,   or  hope,   brought 
relief 
From  the  anguish  that  flooded  thy  soul  ? 
'T  is  the  Heavens,  the  Heavens,  that  doubtless  have 

made 
A  display  of  the  glory  that  never  shall  fade 
While  the  ages  eternal  shall  roll. 

Where  the  palms  wave   their    branches    in   Eden 

above, 
Dost  thou  see  not,  oh,  tell  me,  that  Master  of  love 

Who  has  died  on  the  earth  for  our  sins  ? 
Does  He  see   on  thy  brow  the  sure  sign  of  His 

grace  ? 
Does  He  say :   "  Faithful  soul,  thou  hast  finished 
thy  race, 
And  thy  rest  on  my  throne  now  begins  ?  " 

Does  thy  heart  feel  the  rapture  of  welcome  so  sweet  ? 
With  the  transport  of  joy  dost  thou  fall  at  the  feet 
Of  the  King  who  gives  life  evermore  ? 


120  MISFORTUNE. 

While  the  jubilant  choir  swell  their  harps  and  their 

voice, 
And  the  dwellers  in  heaven  exult  and  rejoice, 
And  beholding  thy  faith,  they  adore. 

Thus  thy  heart  with  new  courage  gains  strength  for 

thy  fate  ! 
Lift  thy  head :  take  again  thy  great  load :  do  not 
wait ; 
But  defy  the  fierce  storm  and  the  night. 
Though  the  lightning  reveals  but  the  dreariest  way, 
In  thy  breast  is  all  heaven,  far  brighter  than  day, 
The  whole  heaven  of  glory  and  light. 
September  10,  1878. 


MISFORTUNE. 

FROM   THE   FRENCH  OF  ANDRE  MARIE  DE  CHENIER. 

Each  man  his  ills  most  deeply  feels, 
But  with  a  cheerful  front  conceals, 
Nor  to  his  brother  man  makes  known, 
The  sorrows  that  are  all  his  own. 

Each  man  complains  of  weary  days, 
But  onward  walks  in  painful  ways, 
While  to  himself  he  makes  his  moan, 
And  thinks  he  bears  the  pain  alone. 

Each  envies  other  men  their  lot ; 
Whate'er  their  ills  he. knows  them  not, 
Nor  thinks  misfortune's  rising  tide 
Floods  them  with  ills  which  they  would  hide. 


THE  ERLKIXG.  121 

And  every  man  with  tearful  eyes, 
And  breast  that  cannot  hush  its  sighs, 
Deems  his  own  self  the  saddest  mind 
Through  all  the  world  among  mankind. 

All  are  unhappy,  and  their  cry, 
Importunate,  ascends  on  high, 
And  pleads  for  change  in  their  estate  — 
Some  change  —  to  ease  their  heavy  fate. 

The  change  is  made,  and  soon  they  find 
A  deeper  sorrow  of  the  mind. 
They  feel  no  comfort  for  their  smart ; 
They  feel  instead  a  broken  heart. 
August  10,  18S2. 


THE   ERLKIXG. 

FROM   THE    GERMAN    OF   GOETHE. 

Who  rides  so  late  through  the  night  and  the  blast  ? 

A  father  who  holds  his  son  so  fast. 

He  grasps  him  firmly  within  his  arm, 

He  clasps  him  closely  and  keeps  him  warm. 

"  TVhy  hidest.  my  son.  thine  anxious  face  ?  " 
"  See,  father,  the  Erlking  is  coming  apace, 
Dost  thou  not  see  him  with  crown  and  train  ?  " 
"  My  son,  't  is  a  cloud  of  mist  or  rain." 

';  Thou  lovely  child,  come,  go  with  me  ! 
Most  beautiful  plays  I  '11  play  with  thee  ; 


122  THE  ERLKING. 

Many  gay  flowers  the  shore  caress, 
My  mother  has  many  a  golden  dress." 

"  My  father,  my  father,  dost  thou  not  hear 
The  Erlking's  promises  in  my  ear  ?  " 
"  Be  quiet,  my  child,  and  calm  thy  mind  ; 
The  dry  leaves  rustle  beneath  the  wind." 

"  Wilt  thou,  fine  boy,  now  go  with  me  ? 
My  daughter  shall  charmingly  wait  on  thee  ; 
My  daughter  shall  lead  the  dance  each  night, 
And  sing  thee  to  sleep  in  visions  bright." 

"  My  father,  my  father,  and  seest  thou  not 
The  Erlking's  daughter  in  yon  dark  spot  ?  " 
"  I  see  it,  my  son,  as  plain  as  the  day, 
There  shine  the  old  willows  in  mantle  gray." 

"  I  love  thee,  fair  boy.  and  do  not  refuse ; 
If  thou  art  unwilling,  then  force  I  use." 
"  His  grasp,  my  father.  I  could  not  avert, 
The  Erlking  surely  has  done  me  hurt." 

More  swiftly  the  father  rides,  and  fears  ; 
He  holds  his  child,  whose  groans  he  hears  ; 
He  reaches  his  home  with  pain  and  dread  ; 
And  clasped  in  his  arms,  his  child  is  dead. 

January,  18S5. 


LORELEI.  123 

LORELEI. 

FROM  THE  GERMAX  OF  HErXRICH  HEESE. 

I  kxow  not  what  it  signifies 

That  I  am  sad  at  heart, 
A  legend  of  the  olden  time 

Will  not  from  me  depart. 

The  air  is  cool.     It  darker  grows  ; 

And  calmly  flows  the  Rhine ; 
The  peaks  and  mountain  tops  on  high 

In  evening  sunlight  shine. 

The  beautiful  young  maiden  sits 

There,  wonderful  and  fair  ; 
Her  golden  jewels  gleam  and  flash  ; 

She  combs  her  golden  hair. 

She  combs  it  with  a  golden  comb ; 

She  sings  the  while  a  song, 
Whose  melody  is  wonderful, 

Alluring,  mystic,  strong. 

The  boatman  in  his  little  ship 

Cannot  his  fate  defy  ; 
The  rocky  reefs  he  sees  no  more, 

He  only  looks  on  high. 

I  think  the  waves  will  deep  engulf 
Both  man  and  boat  ere  long. 


124  TIIE  FisnER. 

The  Lorelei  has  done  the  deed  — 
She  charmed  him  with  her  song. 
January  30,  1885. 


THE   FISHER. 

FROM  THE  GERMAN  OF  GOETHE. 

The  water  brawled,  the  water  swelled, 

A  fisher  plied  his  art ; 
And  watched  his  hook  most  tranquilly, 

Cool  to  his  inmost  heart. 
And  while  he  sits  and  waits  for  luck 

The  water  there  divides, 
And  from  the  agitated  waves 

A  maiden  upward  glides. 

She  sang  to  him,  she  spake  to  him : 

"  Why  practice  thy  deceit, 
And  lure  my  brood  by  human  craft, 

Up  to  the  deadly  heat  ? 
Ah,  if  thou  knew'st  how  happily 

The  fishes  dwell  below, 
Thou  wouldst  step  downward  as  thou  art, 

And  find  it  truly  so. 

"  Doth  not  the  sun  refresh  himself, 

And  moon,  within  the  sea  ? 
Turns  not  his  wave-enjoying  face 

Twice  beautiful  to  thee  ? 
Allures  thee  not  the  heaven  profound, 

The  moist  resplendent  blue  ? 


DOST  THOU  LOVE  ME!  125 

Allures  thee  not  thy  face,  to  dwell 
Within  th'  eternal  dew  ?  " 


The  water  brawled,  the  water  swelled, 

He  wet  his  naked  feet, 
His  heart  grew  full  of  strong  desire, 

As  when  true  lovers  greet. 
She  spake  to  him,  she  sang  to  him, 

His  fate  was  quickly  o'er; 
Half  drew  she  him,  half  down  he  sank, 
And  thence  was  seen  no  more. 
February  10,  1SS5. 


DOST   THOU   LOVE   ME? 

FROM  THE  GERMAN  OF  F.  A.  ROTHE. 

Whex  care  and  grief  thy  heart  o'erflow, 
And  heart  and  eye  are  weeping  ; 

When  all  thy  prospects  darker  grow, 
And  helpers  seem  all  sleeping ; 

Then  speaks  the  Lord  and  asks  of  thee  : 

Dost  thou  love  me  ?     Dost  thou  love  me  ? 

"When  lower  than  thy  heart  aspires, 
The  Lord  makes  thy  condition. 

Prohibits  what  thy  soul  desires, 
And  fills  thee  with  contrition  ; 

Then  speaks  the  Lord  and  asks  of  thee  : 

Dost  thou  love  me  ?     Dost  thou  heed  me  ? 


126  A    WINTERS   TALE. 

■    When  from  the  world's  incessant  din, 
Thy  soul  escapes  with  trembling  ; 
And  mighty  forces  draw  within, 

Thy  deepest  wants  resembling ; 
Then  speaks  the  Lord,  and  asks  of  thee  : 
Dost  thou  love  me  ?     Draw'st  thou  to  me  ? 

When  those  who  have  their  friendship  proved, 

In  heavy  trials  languish  ; 
When  those  God  gave  are  hence  removed, 

And  thou  art  left  in  anguish  ; 
Then  speaks  the  Lord,  and  asks  of  thee  : 
Dost  thou  love  me  ?     Giv'st  them  to  me  ? 

When  pales  for  thee  the  light  of  day, 

Thy  soul  its  cords  untwining ; 
When  all  thy  mortal  ties  give  way, 

No  more  to  earth  confining  ; 
Then  speaks  the  Lord,  and  asks  of  thee : 
Dost  thou  love  me  ?     So  come  to  me ! 
February  28,  1885. 


A   WINTER'S   TALE. 

FROM   THE    GERMAN    OF   ECKELMAXN. 

The  Earth  now  sleeps  !     With  spotless  white 
The  Winter  veils  her  closed  eyes. 

She  is  not  dead,  but  only  sleeps 
Until  the  Spring  shall  bid  her  rise. 


THE  AUTUMN  FLIGHT.  127 

And  as  the  young  and  tender  babe 
Clings  fondly  to  the  mother's  breast, 

So  in  her  bosom  safely  lie 

The  budding  flowers,  lulled  to  rest. 

There  dream  they  of  the  gentle  air, 
The  sunshine,  and  the  sparkling  dew, 

And  see.  unconscious  of  all  gloom, 

Green  woods  and  meadows  come  to  view. 

They  listen  to  the  song  of  birds, 
And  hear  the  brooklet  on  its  way  ; 

They  chat  with  kindly  butterflies, 

And  softly  hum  the  bees  :  "  Good  day.  " 

The  flowers  stretch  themselves  on  high 

To  see  the  splendor  far  and  near, 
Then  fades  the  lovely  dream  away, 

And  lo  !  the  Spring  is  truly  here. 
January  15,  1885. 


THE   AUTUMN   FLIGHT. 

FROM    THE    FRENCH    OF   LOUIS    RACINE. 

The  birds  that  dread  our  winter's  wrath, 
Instinctive  take  the  southward  path. 
And  shield  themselves  by  flight  sublime, 
In  lands  that  boast  a  milder  clime. 
They  never  let  the  season  drear 
Surprise  their  army  lagging  here. 


128  BALLAD. 

In  council  wise  the  chiefs  have  met, 
And  for  the  flight  the  day  is  set. 
It  comes  ;  all  leave  ;  yet  one  inquires  — 
A  youth  among  the  winged  choirs  — 
Beholding  all  the  scenes  of  mirth 
That  grace  the  country  of  his  birth  : 
"  When  will  the  spring-time  come  once  more, 
To  exiles  on  a  distant  shore, 
That  shall  recall  the  waiting  band 
To  see  with  joy  their  native  land  ?  " 
August  29,  1878. 


BALLAD. 

FROM    THE    FRENCH    OF   A.    VAN   HASSELT. 

"  O  lively  swallow,  flying  on  high. 
Through  pearly  mansions,  up  in  the  sky, 
Say,  have  you  seen  him,  him  whom  I  love  ?  " 

"  No  one  has  named  him  here  up  above." 

"  O  singing  skylark,  over  the  lawn, 
You  welcome  th'  sunbeams,  rising  at  dawn, 
Say,  have  you  seen  him,  dearest  to  me  ?  " 

u  No  one  has  met  me,  whom  you  would  see." 

tl  O  leafy  forest,  murmuring  lavs. 
With  verdant  branches  barring  the  rays, 
Say  have  you  seen  him  whom  my  heart  craves  ? 

u  No  one  has  past  where  th'  foliage  waves." 


HOPE.  129 

'•  O  lofty  mountain,  piercing  the  cloud, 
The  home  of  th'  eagle,  screaming  aloud. 
Say.  have  you  seen  him.  whom  I  adore  ?  " 

;*  Xo  one  can  walk  where  th'  eagle  doth  soar." 

"  O  rapid  torrent,  foaming  and  deep. 

Your  waters  seaward  mightily  sweep. 

Say,  has  he  crossed,  whose  absence  I  weep  ?  " 
u  Deep  on  my  bed  he  sleeps  his  last  sleep." 

July  7,  1SS3. 


HOPE. 

FROM    THE    FRENCH    OF    LOUISE    SIEFERT. 

The  storm  is  past ;  but  frequent  blows 

Of  angry  waves  assail  the  land. 
The  broken  spars,  the  fallen  mast. 

Attest  the  tempest's  mighty  hand. 

The  storm  is  past  ;  but  ocean's  rage 
Yet  hurls  the  foam  against  the  rock. 

The  winds  have  died,  the  skies  are  blue  — 
That  lifeless  form  makes  known  the  shock. 

The  morning  sun  illumes  the  deep, 
The  gentle  airs  their  warmth  renew, 

And  rising  from  the  sea-green  waves 
A  white-winged  sail  appears  in  view. 

With  endless  danger  —  trust  sublime  — 
The  fisher  seaward  sails  to  cope. 


130  RONDEL.  —  PEAi  P.. 

Thus  o'er  my  soul  —  another  gulf  — 
On  verses  frail  sails  forth  my  Hope. 
July  11, 1883. 

RONDEL. 

from  the  old   french  of  le  duc  charles 
d'orleaxs. 

Now  Time  has  doffed  his  mantle  dun 
Of  wind  and  cold  and  dismal  rain, 
And  wears  the  robe  of  Spring  again, 

Embroidered  by  the  shining  sun. 

Each  beast  and  bird  has  now  begun, 
In  his  own  speech,  the  glad  refrain  : 

Now  Time  has  doffed  his  mantle  dun 
Of  wind  and  cold  and  dismal  rain. 

The  fountain,  brook  and  river  run 
With  silver  drops,  that  deck  the  land 
Beyond  the  grace  of  artist's  hand, 

And  robed  anew  sings  every  one  : 

Now  Time  has  doffed  his  mantle  dun 

Of  wind  and  cold  and  clouded  sun. 
July  9,  1884. 


PEACE. 

FROM    THE    GERMAN    OF   J.    STURM. 

No  breath  of  air  stirs  in  the  trees, 
The  little  birds  no  vigils  keep, 

The  flowers,  laden  with  the  dew. 

Serenely  bow  their  heads  and  sleep. 


HOPE  FOR   THE  BETTER.  131 

Ten  thousand  golden  stars  march  round, 
With  silent  step,  the  arching  height, 

And  softly,  from  the  heavenly  sphere, 
Pour  on  the  world  their  cheerful  light. 

And  rest  is  granted  yet  to  me  ; 

So  in  the  soul  it  must  increase, 
TThere  Nature  kindly  takes  me  up 

Into  her  perfect,  hallowed  peace. 
February  13,  1885. 


HOPE   FOR   THE   BETTER. 

FROM    THE    GERMAN    OF    SCHILLER. 

How  greatly  men  discourse  and  dream 
Of  better  times  in  coming  days ; 

To  win  the  bright  and  happy  goal, 

They  chase  and  run  their  toilsome  ways. 

The  world  grows  old,  the  world  grows  new  ; 

Man  ever  keeps  the  good  in  view. 

'T  is  hope  that  brings  him  into  life  : 
It  nutters  round  the  playful  boy, 

Its  magic  sheen  inspires  the  youth, 
The  aged  man  well  knows  its  joy. 

Down  to  the  grave  his  footsteps  fare, 

He  plants  his  hope  forever  there. 

*T  is  not  an  empty,  vain  conceit, 
Sprung  from  a  silly  brain  forlorn, 

Loud  in  the  heart  this  voice  is  heard  : 
For  what  is  better  we  are  born. 


L32  REPENTANCE. 

This  voice  the  hopeful  soul  must  heed, 
The  inner  voice  will  not  mislead. 
February  14,  1 


REPENTANCE. 

FROM  THE  GERMAN  OF  PLATEN. 

When  quickly  I  rose  in  the  night,  in  the  night, 

And  felt  myself  drawn  forward  marching, 
Forsaking  the  street  which  the  watcher  kept  light, 

I  wandered  from  sight. 

In  the  night,  in  the  night, 
Through  the  gate  with  the  high-pointed  arching. 

The  brook  through  the  rocks  in  its  quivering  flight 

Rushed  under  the  bridge  which  it  greeted. 
There  leaned  I  and  looked  at  the  wavelets  so  bright, 

In  motion  so  light, 

In  the  night,  in  the  night, 
And  saw  that  no  wavelet  retreated. 

The  numberless  stars  all  aflame  in  the  height, 

Melodious  move,  as  in  dances, 
And  with  them  the  moon  in  soft  splendor  bedight ; 

They  sparkle  so  bright, 

In  the  night,  in  the  night. 
Far  distant  their  movement  advances. 

I  looked  to  the  sky  in  the  night,  in  the  night, 
I  looked  again  downward  beneath  me, 


SLEEP  NOW,   MY  HEART.  133 

Oh,  how  hast  thou  clone  to  thy  clays  foul  despite, 

Now  calm  thou  aright, 

In  the  night,  in  the  night, 
Th'  repentance  thy  errors  bequeath  thee. 
February  23,  1885. 


SLEEP  NOW,   MY   HEART. 

FROM   THE    GERMAN    OF    FRIEDRICH    RUCKERT. 

Sleep  now,  my  heart,  in  peace  ! 
The  dews  of  night  increase, 
The  flowers  seek  repose, 
Man's  weary  eyelids  close. 

Sleep  now,  my  heart,  in  peace ! 
God's  watch  cloth  never  cease, 
Life  sleeps  on  earth  below, 
"When  stars  celestial  glow. 

Sleep  now,  my  heart,  in  peace ! 
Who  gives  the  world  release, 
Will  safely  shelter  thee, 
From  care  and  sorrow  free. 

Sleep  now,  my  heart,  in  peace  ! 
In  faith  thy  strength  increase, 
Preserved  from  evil  dreams, 
While  hope  serenely  beams. 

Sleep  now,  my  heart,  in  peace  ! 
Thy  joy  shall  never  cease, 


134  CHILD  ROLAND. 

In  yonder  world  of  light, 
When  death  conies  in  the  night. 
July  21,  1885. 


CHILD   ROLAND. 

FROM  THE  GERMAN  OF  UHLAXD. 

Frau  Bertha  sat  in  the  cleft  of  rocks, 
She  mourned  her  bitter  fate. 

Child  Roland  played  in  th'  freest  air, 
His  mourning  was  not  great. 

"  O  monarch  Charles,  my  brother  grand, 
Alas  !  I  fled  from  thee  ! 
For  love  I  left  my  pomp  and  state, 
Now  burns  thy  wrath  for  me. 

"  O  Milo,  husband,  sweet  and  kind, 
The  flood  robbed  me  of  thee, 
And  though  for  love  I  quitted  all, 
Now  love  abandons  me. 

"  Child  Roland,  thou,  my  dearest  child, 
Art  honor,  love,  to  me  ; 
Child  Roland,  hither  quickly  come, 
My  trust  is  all  in  thee. 

"  Child  Roland,  to  the  city  go, 

And  beg  some  food  from  thence, 
Whoever  gives  thee  any  gift, 
God  give  him  recompense." 


CHILD  ROLAXD.  135 

The  monarch  Charles  at  table  sat, 

Within  his  gilded  hall, 
And  servants  ran  unceasingly 

To  heed  his  beck  and  call. 

With  flute  and  harp  and  lute  and  song, 

Each  heart  is  all  elate  ; 
The  sound  melodious  reaches  not 

To  Bertha's  lonely  state. 

Without  the  doors,  around  the  house, 

Sit  beggars  in  a  throng, 
Who  cheer  themselves  with  food  and  drink, 

More  than  with  harp  and  song. 

The  monarch  looks  within  the  crowd, 

Clear  through  the  open  door  ; 
A  boy  amid  the  multitude 

Is  pressing  on  before. 

The  robe  he  wears  is  wonderful, 

All  patched  with  colors  four  ; 
But  proud  he  spurns  the  beggar's  lot, 

He  seeks  the  palace  door. 

Within  the  hall  child  Roland  walks, 

Nor  deigns  a  word  to  say, 
But  from  the  board  he  lifts  and  takes 

The  dish  he  bears  away. 

The  monarch  thinks  :  what  do  I  see  ? 
This  is  a  fashion  new. 


136  CHILD  ROLAND. 

But  while  he  lets  it  happen  thus, 
So  others  let  it  too. 

This  lasted  but  a  little  while ; 

The  child  with  self-control, 
Walked  quickly  to  the  mighty  king, 

And  grasped  Ins  golden  bowl. 

"  Heyday  !     Hold  on  !     Thou  saucy  wight ! 
Aloud  the  monarch  cried  ; 
Child  Roland  yielded  not  the  bowl, 
The  king  he  calmly  eyed. 

The  king  at  first  looked  very  dark, 
But  soon  his  smile  was  seen  — 
"  Thou  walkest  in  my  gilded  hall 
As  in  the  forest  green. 

"  Thou  takest  from  my  board  the  dish, 
As  apples  from  a  tree  ; 
Thou  drawest  as  from  living  springs, 
The  ruby  wine  from  me." 

"  The  farmer's  wife  draws  from  the  well, 
Plucks  apples  from  the  tree, 
But  game  and  fish  and  wine  befit 
My  mother's  high  degree." 

"  So  noble  is  thy  mother  now, 

My  child,  as  thou  dost  boast  ? 
Has  she  a  pleasant  citadel, 
And  knights,  a  stately  host  ? 


CHILD  ROLAXD.  13' 

"  Say  on  !     Tell  who  her  steward  is, 

And  who  doth  bear  her  cup  ?  " 
u  My  own  right  hand  her  steward  is, 

My  left  doth  bear  her  cup." 

u  Say  on  !     Who  are  her  watchmen  true  ?  " 

••  3Iine  eves  of  blue  in  youth." 
'*  Say  on  !     Who  is  her  minstrel  free  ?  " 

••  My  rosy  mouth  in  truth." 

"  A  servant  bright  the  lady  has. 
But  dressed  in  strange  array, 
With  colors  many  as  the  bow 
Seen  on  a  rainy  day. 

"  Eight  vanquished  boys,  the  city  through, 
Gave  heed  to  my  decree ; 
They  brought  as  tribute  fourfold  cloth 
To  make  a  dress  for  me." 

u  This  lady  has.  it  seems  to  me, 
The  best  boy  in  the  land  ; 
The  queen  of  beggars  she  must  be, 
And  give  with  open  hand. 

"  Far  from  my  house  and  court  should  not 
This  noble  lady  be ; 
Up.  ladies  three  !   and  up,  three  knights  ! 
And  bring  her  unto  me." 

Child  Roland  nimbly  bears  the  bowl, 
From  out  the  splendid  hall, 


138  CHILD  ROLAND. 

Three  ladies  followed,  and  three  knights 
Obeyed  the  monarch's  call. 

It  lasted  but  a  little  while  ;  — 

Upon  the  distant  heights, 
The  monarch  sees  in  swift  return, 

The  ladies  and  the  knights. 

The  monarch  cries  out  suddenly  : 
"  Help,  Heaven  !     See  I  right  ? 

I  've  mocked  my  kindred  in  my  hall, 
In  my  retainers'  sight. 

"  Help,  Heaven  !     Sister  Bertha,  pale, 
In  pilgrim  raiment  gray  ! 
Help,  Heaven !     In  my  splendid  hall, 
A  beggar's  staff  her  stay  !  " 

Frau  Bertha  falls  before  his  feet, 
Her  fears  his  wrath  presage  ; 

The  storm  of  anger  rises  quick, 
He  looks  on  her  with  rage. 

Her  eyes  Frau  Bertha  drops  at  once  ; 

To  speak,  her  courage  fails  ; 
Child  Roland  lifts  his  sparkling  eyes, 

And  loud  his  uncle  hails. 

Then  speaks  the  king  in  milder  tone : 

"  Arise,  thou  sister  mine  ; 
For  sake  of  thy  beloved  son. 

Forgiveness  shall  be  thine." 


FISHERMAN  AND  LITTLE  FISH.         139 

Frau  Bertha  rose  most  joyfully : 

"  My  brother,  clear,  oh,  see  ! 
Child  Roland  will  make  recompense 

For  thy  good  deeds  to  me. 

"  And  like  his  king,  he  shall  be  fit 
A  hero's  might  to  wield  ; 
Shall  bear  the  hue  of  many  a  realm 
Upon  his  flag  and  shield. 

"  And  at  the  board  of  many  a  king, 
Shall  take  with  his  free  hand  ; 
Shall  bring  to  health  and  honor  new, 
His  sighing  Motherland  !  " 
1885. 


THE   FISHERMAN   AND   THE   LITTLE 
FISH. 

FROM    THE    GERZtfAX    OF    BESSELDT. 

A  fisherman  sat  by  a  river 

To  catch  a  small  fish  with  his  hook  ; 

But  all  the  day  long  it  hung  empty, 
Not  even  a  minnow  he  took. 

At  last  it  was  drawn,  and  rejoicing, 
He  saw  that  his  prey  had  been  caught, 

For  there  was  the  little  fish  hanging, 
And  thus  for  his  life  he  besought : 

u  Dear  fisherman,  oh.  do  unloose  me," 
In  words  that  were  tender  he  prayed, 


140         FISHERMAN  AND  LITTLE  FISH. 

"  Permit  me  to  live  in  the  water 
Until  I  grow  larger,"  he  said. 

The  fisherman  answered  :   "  No,  never; 

And  no  lamentation  will  aid  ; 
For  now,  should  I  let  you  return  there, 

My  toil  would  be  poorly  repaid." 

"  Yet  think  of  my  smallness,  I  pray  you, 
For  scarcely  three  morsels  am  I ; 
If  now  to  the  river  you  give  me, 
Regret  will  not  cause  you  to  sigh." 

"  Since  you  are  so  pretty  and  youthful, 
So  little  of  life  have  you  known, 
To  you  some  delay  shall  be  granted, 
Some  mercy  and  favor  be  shown. 

"  However,  when  you  shall  be  greater 
Remember  the  promise  you  make, 
Come  hither  next  year  for  your  capture, 
And  never  your  covenant  break." 

Then  gladly  away  sprang  the  fishlet, 
To  live  in  the  watery  ways, 

And  merry  in  mind,  and  delighted 
To  gambol  and  sport  in  his  plays. 

The  year  was  soon  past ;  but  the  promise 
Had  not  from  the  memory  fled ; 

For  true  to  the  contract  the  fishlet 
Returned  to  the  place,  afl  lie  said. 


THE   COBBLER  AXD   THE  BANKER.       141 

The  fisherman  deeming  this  conduct 

Should  fill  the  young  swimmer  with  glee, 

Thus  spake  to  the  truth-keeping  fishlet  : 
Since  you  are  so  true,  you  are  free. 
February  3,  1885. 


THE  COBBLER  AND  THE  BANKER. 

FROM  THE  FRENCH  OF  JEAN  DE  LA  FONTAINE. 

The  cobbler  sang  from  morn  till  night, 
His  soul  was  glad,  his  heart  was  light, 

And  cheerful  was  his  lay. 
He  made  the  path  of  life  a  gTee, 
His  toil  from  care  and  sorrow  free, 

From  dawn  till  close  of  day. 

The  seven  wise  men.  at  their  best. 
In  ancient  times  were  not  so  blest, 

Nor  half  so  well  content. 
He  never  thought  of  wealth  or  state, 
He  felt  no  envy  of  the  great. 

While  o'er  his  work  he  bent. 

Hi?  neighbor,  though  the  robe  he  wore 
"With  shining  gold  was  spangled  o'er, 

Could  little  sleep  or  sing. 
If.  at  the  dawn,  he  fell  asleep. 
Then,  in  his  ears,  both  loud  and  deep, 

The  cobbler's  song  would  ring. 


142  THE  COBBLER  AND   THE  BANKER. 

Morn  after  morn  his  slumber  fled ; 
In  vain  he  kept  his  downy  bed, 

He  could  not  even  doze. 
He  blamed  the  plan  of  Providence, 
And  grieved,  that  with  a  vast  expense, 

He  could  not  buy  repose. 

The  market  offered  food  and  drink ; 
Was  God  so  stupid  as  to  think 

That  none  would  purchase  sleep  ? 
Would  hot  all  rich  men  gladly  pay 
Their  gold  for  slumber,  night  or  day, 

And  deem  the  market  cheap  ? 

He  called  the  cobbler  to  his  gate, 
And  to  the  man  with  song  elate 

He  put  this  question  plain  : 

"  What  wages  will  you  take  per  year  ?  " 

But  when  the  words  fell  on  the  ear, 

The  singer  thought  them  vain. 

"  Per  year  ?  "  he  said  with  merry  tone  — 
For  he  would  rather  laugh  than  moan  - 

u-  Per  year  is  not  my  way. 
No,  no  !     I  do  not  reckon  so ; 
For  me,  each  day  shall  come  and  go ; 

I  heap  not  day  on  day. 

"  My  manner  is,  with  spirit  gay, 
To  sing  my  song  in  work  and  play, 
And  sleep  at  night  in  bed. 


THE   COBBLER  AND   THE  BANKER.      143 

It  is  enough  that  with  good  cheer, 
Some  pleasant  day  will  end  the  year, 
Each  day  brings  daily  bread." 

"  Ah  !  well !  what  wages  by  the  day  ?  " 
"  By  day  the  wages  one  must  pay 
Or  more  or  less  may  be. 
This  evil  all  the  year  is  plain : 
Some  days  that  should  give  honest  gain 
Are  not  for  labor  free. 

"  They  ruin  us  with  fast  and  feast ; 
Of  some  new  saint,  the  curate  priest 

Loads  us  with  tiresome  speech." 
His  frankness  pleased  the  banker  well, 
Who  said :   "  Hereafter  you  shall  dwell 

Where  want  can  never  reach. 

"  To-day  I  seat  you  on  a  throne ; 
To  you  I  give,  to  you  alone, 

Three  hundred  golden  crowns. 
Now  take  and  guard  them  carefully, 
And  they  from  need  shall  keep  you  free, 

Whenever  fortune  frowns." 

The  cobbler  thought  he  could  behold 
In  such  a  pile  of  shining  gold 

The  product  of  the  earth, 
Not  for  a  day,  but  for  an  age  ; 
And  taking  it,  in  counsel  sage, 

He  soon  forgot  his  mirth. 


144       THE   COBBLER  AND    THE   BANKER. 

He  bore  it  home,  and  safe  to  keep, 
He  hid  it  in  his  cellar  deep, 

And  with  it  all  his  joy. 
No  more  of  song.     He  lost  his  voice. 
His  heart  of  care  could  not  rejoice, 

Nor  give  his  tongue  employ. 

Possession  now  the  cause  of  pain, 
He  sought  for  gentle  sleep  in  vain ; 

All  slumber  fled  his  eyes. 
He  had  for  guests  the  brood  of  cares, 
Suspicions,  fears  of  plots  and  snares, 

And  dread  of  foul  surprise. 

All  day  he  kept  his  eye  on  guard ; 
All  night  his  fate  was  not  less  hard  ; 

It  told  upon  his  health. 
If  any  cat  another  sought, 
The  cat  to  be  a  thief  was  thought, 

Stealing  his  hidden  wealth. 

At  length  the  poor  man,  sick  and  sore, 
Ran  to  the  man  he  waked  no  more, 
And  made  this  earnest  prayer  : 
"  Give  me  again  my  song  and  sleep, 
Take  back  your  gold,  and  I  will  keep 
My  joy,  and  not  my  care." 
May  27, 1879. 


THE  ROPE  DANCER.  145 


THE   ROPE   DANCER. 

FROM     THE    FRENCH    OF   JEAN    PIERRE    CLARIS    DE 
FLORIAN. 

Upon  a  tight  rope  in  a  ring, 

A  youth,  well  skilled  to  leap  and  spring, 

Drew  crowds  to  see  him  vault  and  prance, 

To  keep  the  step  and  sing  and  dance. 

Along  the  narrow  way  he  goes, 

Nor  seems  to  touch  it  with  his  toes. 

His  rod  in  hand,  his  head  on  high, 
His  air  is  free,  his  foot  so  spry, 
He  rather  skips  than  walks  along, 
And  gives  delight  to  all  the  throng. 

He  stoops  or  rises  at  his  will, 
Retreats,  advances,  stands  all  still, 
Or  like  a  bird  that  skims  the  sea, 
Right  tlirough  the  air  he  passes  free. 
Our  nimble  youth,  so  proud  and  gay, 
His  heavy  pole  would  cast  away. 

"  This  pole,"  he  said,  "  encumbers  me, 
And  makes  my  movements  all  less  free ; 
No  longer  shall  it  tire  me  so. 
I  '11  dance  without  it.     Let  it  go." 


Quick  as  the  words  dropped  from  his  tongue, 
The  rod  from  out  his  hand  he  flung ; 


146  THE   OXEN. 

But  ere  the  staff  had  touched  the  ground 
Our  gay  young  dancer  sadly  found 
How  needful  was  its  heavy  weight 
To  save  him  from  a  shameful  fate. 

In  vain  his  wide-spread  arms  arose, 
He  tottered,  fell,  and  broke  his  nose. 
His  vain  conceit  was  rudely  chaffed, 
To  see  him  fall  the  people  laughed. 


Young  friends,  young  friends,  oh,  be  not  fools ! 
Without  the  rein,  without  the  rules 
Of  virtue,  reason,  law,  commands  — 
Which  some  may  deem  restraining  bands  — 
Your  wayward  steps  will  cause  you  loss ; 
Your  safety  is  to  bear  the  cross. 

And  though  it  seems  a  heavy  load, 
Whoever  walks  the  narrow  road 
('T  is  always  so  the  world  around) 
Must  keep  the  rod  or  kiss  the  ground. 
August  10, 1882. 


THE   OXEN. 

FROM   THE   FREXCH    OF   PIERRE   DUTOXT. 

I  HAVE  two  oxen,  red  and  white, 
My  stable  gives  them  rest  at  night ; 
My  curving  plough  of  maple  wood, 
And  holly  goad  are  strong  and  good. 


THE   OXEN.  147 

My  oxen's  toil  —  that  makes  the  field 
The  golden  grain  of  summer  yield. 
They  earn  each  week,  in  heat  or  frost, 
More  money  far  than  all  they  cost. 
If  I  had  to  sell  them,  I  solemnly  vow, 
Sooner  than  sell  them,  I  'd  hang  myself  now. 
I  love  Jane,  my  trne  wife, 
Love  her  more  than  my  life. 
But  rather  may  she  yield  her  breath 
Than  my  great  oxen  suffer  death. 

The  splendid  creatures  ever  keep 
The  furrow  straight  —  they  plough  it  deep  — 
Defying  rain,  the  storms  that  beat, 
The  winter's  cold,  the  summer's  heat. 
And  when  I  stop  a  drink  to  take, 
A  mighty  cloud  their  nostrils  make  ; 
And  then  I  see  a  charming  sight  — 
On  their  dark  horns  small  birds  alight. 
If  I  had  to  sell  them,  I  solemnly  vow, 
Sooner  than  sell  them,  I  'd  hang  myself  now. 
I  love  Jane,  my  true  wife. 
Love  her  more  than  my  life. 
But  rather  may  she  yield  her  breath 
Than  my  great  oxen  suffer  death. 

As  strong  as  any  oil  press,  they 
Are  gentle  as  the  lambs  at  play. 
Each  year  the  buyers  make  their  rounds 
To  purchase  oxen  in  our  bounds. 
And  they  would. lead  my  own  away 
To  grace  the  Mardi  gras  array, 


148  THE  OXEN. 

And  then  to  butcheries  resign ! 
It  shall  not  be ;  for  they  are  mine ! 
If  I  had  to  sell  them  I  solemnly  vow, 
Sooner  than  sell  them,  I  'd  hang  myself  now. 
I  love  Jane,  my  true  wife. 
Love  her  more  than  my  life. 
But  rather  may  she  yield  her  breath 
Than  my  great  oxen  suffer  death. 

If  ever  there  shall  come  the  day 
When  our  rich  banker's  son  shall  say ;      • 
"  May  your  fair  daughter  be  my  bride  ?  " 
For  her  my  money  I  '11  provide. 
But  if  for  dower  he  should  seek 
My  great  pied  oxen,  strong  and  sleek, 
My  daughter  will  the  wreath  decline  ; 
I  '11  keep  my  oxen ;  they  are  mine. 
If  I  had  to  sell  them,  I  solemnly  vow, 
Sooner  than  sell  them,  I  'd  hang  myself  now. 
I  love  Jane,  my  true  wife, 
Love  her  more  than  my  life. 
But  rather  may  she  yield  her  breath 
Than  my  great  oxen  suffer  death. 
July  9,  1883. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


PAGE 

A  fisherman  sat  by  a  river 139 

All  gracious  Lord.  Thy  love  unknown 27 

Along-  the  wires  that  form  the  paths  of  thought  .     .     .  106 

Amid  the  deep  sea-sounding 92 

Among  the  hills  of  Bethlehem 14 

An  angel  near  a  cradle-side 115 

As  the  rainbow  from  the  cloud 19 

Behold  a  speck  tipon  the  sea 86 

Behold,  the  fields  are  white 41 

Blow,  bugle,  blow ;  beat,  rolling  drum,  no  more  ...  55 

By  faith,  0  Christ,  I  see 21 

By  love  serve  one  another 5 

Companions  of  my  early  years 34 

Each  man  his  ills  most  deeply  feels 120 

Fair  Summer  has  folded  her  eyelids 65 

Five  semi-centuries  of  years 76 

For  me  the  Saviour  came  to  earth 12 

Fran  Bertha  sat  in  th'  cleft  of  rocks 134 

From  city,  village,  farm,  we  throng 72 

He  has  fallen  asleep  by  the  side  of  the  road     .     .     .     .118 

Here  where  I  lived  in  tender  childhood 98 

Hither,  ye  western  winds,  your  message  bear  ....  64 

How  blest  the  day  of  death .91 

How  bright  Thy  glories  shine 10 


150  INDEX. 

How  greatly  men  discourse  and  dream 131 

How  pleasant  the  hours  of  the  day 20 

How  well  they  sleep  —  our  noble  dead 51 

I  have  two  oxen,  red  and  white 146 

I  hear  from  the  height  of  the  heavenly  place  ....  43 

I  know  not  what  it  signifies 123 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest 29 

I  mourn  departed  hours  that  once  were  bright     .     .     .  G6 

In  my  heart  forever  springeth 6 

In  the  beautiful  land  of  the  holy 11 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless 28 

Jesus,  hear  our  supplication 26 

Jesus  on  the  cross  I  see .'17 

Know  you  how  many  stars 117 

Leader  of  men,  my  thankful  heart  rejoices       ....  23 

Let  heralds  of  salvation 42 

Lift  up  the  heart  of  praise 73 

Loud  roars  the  wild  voice  of  the  tempest 84 

Love  divine,  holy  One 89 

My  God,  Thy  conscious  presence  here 6 

My  Leader  is  the  Son  of  God 30 

No  breath  of  air  stirs  in  the  trees 130 

Not  on  an  even  keel 82 

Not  well  they  deem  who  vainly  think 31 

No  wine  nor  beer 109 

Now  Time  has  doffed  his  mantle  dun 130 

O  Comforter  divine,  Do  not 88 

O  Comforter  divine,  Dwell 16 

O  Dwelling-place  of  all  Thy  saints 8 

O  God,  how  wonderful  Thy  grace .       3 

O  God  of  grace,  Thy  will  be  done 36 

O  God,  our  prayer  attend 15 


INDEX.  151 

O  God,  Thou  Source  of  highest  joy 9 

Oh,  depth  of  darkness  and  despair 18 

Oh,  praise  the  Lord  with  heart  and  voice 40 

O  Jesus,  now  Thy  reign  extend        45 

0  Jesus,  walk  with  me  to-day 25 

O  Joy  of  contrite  hearts 87 

0  lively  swallow,  flying  on  high 128 

Onward  we  march  to  victory 44 

O  Son  of  God,  Thy  throne  is  high 24 

Our  life  glides  not  with  equal  pace 97 

Over  the  sea  to  unknown  shores 51 

Praise  the  Lord,  His  works  divine        37 

Press  on,  press  on,  with  swifter  speed 81 

Reveal  Thy  power,  Eternal  Word 47 

Saviour,  boundless  is  Thy  mercy 22 

Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  sheep 35 

Sleep  now,  my  heart,  in  peace 133 

The  birds  that  dread  our  winter's  wrath 127 

The  cobbler  sang  from  morn  till  night 141 

The  earth  and  sky,  the  air  and  sea 38 

The  Earth  now  sleeps  !     With  spotless  white  ....  126 

The  faithful  year  has  matched  the  sun 108 

The  flowers  spring  at  their  sweet  will 103 

The  golden  radiance  of  the  long  ago 104 

The  harvest  moon  serenely  bright 105 

The  Herald  of  salvation 57 

The  lighthouse  crowns  the  rocky  point 85 

The  Spring  came  tripping  up  this  way 101 

The  storm  is  past ;  but  frequent  blows 129 

The  tempest  roared,  the  ocean  foamed 90 

The  temple  of  my  God 7 

The  valleys  hail  th'  advancing  sun 99 

The  vernal  skies  beam  cheerily 100 

The  water  brawled,  the  water  swelled 124 

The  wintry  blast  that  sweeps  across  the  plain  ....     64 


152  INDEX. 

The  years,  O  God,  are  thine        75 

The  years,  the  changing-  years 67 

Though  I  withdraw  from  all  mankind 13 

Thou  lovely  hride,  joy  of  my  early  years 65 

Thy  blessings,  Lord,  give  harvests  birth 71 

Thy  works,  O  God  of  might 74 

To  friendship  and  affection 63 

To  Thee,  0  Christ,  my  Saviour 3 

Triumphant  Jesus,  thou  hast  trod 46 

Upon  a  tight  rope  in  a  ring 145 

Up  sprang  a  lily  from  the  mould 107 

What  is  the  river  that  flows  on  its  way 39 

When  care  and  grief  thy  heart  o'erflow 125 

When  quickly  I  rose  in  the  night,  in  the  night      .     .     .  132 
When  the  infant  appears,  how  the  family  band    .     .     .113 

Who  rides  so  late  through  the  night  and  the  blast    .     .  121 

Why  spend  in  vain  and  empty  show 33 


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